Whether it was because someone had a wry sense of humor, perhaps a feeling for the mysteries of the Infinite that few of us possess, or whether it was only because they were a few minutes bus ride apart, the fact is that on the morning of day three of our tiyul we were off to first visit a mosque in Ramle and then head to the Karaite Center nearby. If it had been up to me – which it certainly wasn’t – I would have stopped first for a few minutes to take a gander at the nearby shuk. We don’t need to stop there; we can always go to Machane Yehuda. That was the prevailing sentiment from our bus mates. Take it from me, they’re not the same. It would be like comparing Madison Square Garden and the playground on Mosholu Parkway in The Bronx. But I digress….

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