Kiddush at the Kosel

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f it’s almost impossible to describe Shabbos in Yerushalayim it’s truly impossible to describe Shabbos morning davening at the Kosel. The feeling of kibbutz galuyos — the ingathering of the exiles — is tangible and real. There are Jews of all stripes and variations there.

You can daven Shacharis with chassidim hear the Torah read by a Yemenite Jew daven Mussaf with religious Zionists catch Kedushah for Mussaf with Moroccan Yidden and be bentshed by Kohanim from ten different kehillos.

There are Jews with shtreimlach and spodiks young chassidic boys wearing kolpiks and thousands of other Jews with yarmulkes of every color size and shape.

I enjoy just wandering among my people inhaling the atmosphere of kedushah and spirituality.