Some people find the secret to life in Israel in stories that take place on its buses and in its cabs. Everyone is Israel has a story about a taxi driver! I don't know. There's something about grocery shopping in Israel that seems to really capture an essence of this place for me.
Another shopping in Israel lesson: As we are rapidly learning, parents have to buy textbooks here. So we've been on a multi-week search for the right books for our soon-to-be 10th grader. Today, we went to a store on Emek Refaim in Jerusalem to snag the last few books on her book list (almost done!). Between the car and the store, we discovered that there's a street festival at that location every Friday. Jazz music was piped in and the whole place was covered with a tarp to keep out (some of) the strong mid-day sun. To my great regret, some of the pictures I thought I took ended up as video instead of still shots, but I hope these few photos will give you a flavor for the chavaya (experience).
|Sign at the entrance, advertising another weekly event on Wednesday evenings.|
|Tupperware is being sold in the Holy Land.|
|A few craft tables covered by the tarp.|
Regrettably, I can't figure out how get the video of the artisan breads to convert to still shots. Too bad. But here's a picture of a Porcupine challah I just couldn't resist buying.
|Gorgeous, fragrant spices sold from open pans. There's definitely a, ahem... different sense of hygiene in this country.|