
Once difference between Shabbat services I am familiar with in the U.S. versus those in Israel is about ninety minutes. Most services we considered started at 8:30 a.m., but we didn't make it there quite that early.
Shira Hadasha, an Orthodox feminist congregation, was just right for us. I can only speak for the women's side, but they seemed happy to be there and were participating fully. From the whispers around me I wondered if everyone was a U.S. expat, but it didn't seem the right time to ask. Maybe we'll visit the
Los Angeles congregation one day.

After lunch it was the perfect chance for a Shabbat nap to rest up for a three-hour walking tour past another non-functional windmill, through the Old City, Jewish Quarter, Cardo Market, and Christian Quarter before exiting through the Jaffa Gate.
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