We went to synagogue at Beit Schechter last night.  On the way we crossed the bridge over the “lowline,” the path that follows the old train route to jaffa on the long-extinct Hijaz railroad – built by the turks. For some reason I can’t get the photos up at the moment but the whole area is so amazing with the smell of jasmine strong in the air.

But what you want to know is what religion is like in Tel Aviv nowadays – well, the Rabbi had been very optimistic about building a congregation because he really spoke to the youth.  I hadn’t seen him for years and now I don’t see that excitement any more.  It isn’t working – 1. because the community around the synagogue is artsy 2. because the artsy community is pissed off with religion at the moment.

But Omer did the kiddish with such simplicity and aplomb –  I’m kvelling.