As you all know, Molly has been on a mission to experience a different synagogue in Jerusalem every Shabbat. This Friday, she was supposed to go “Hovevei Tzion”…but most likely ended up somewhere else entirely. Hovevei Tzion Street is a total of 3 blocks, but Molly could only find one synagogue, and she’s pretty sure it wasn’t the Hovevei Tzion with the amazing kiddush everyone speaks of.

That being said, Molly had a lovely Shabbat experience at Beit HaKnesset Hatzvi Yisrael (on Hovevei Tzion Street). It was an orthodox synagogue; the chazzan had a really beautiful voice, familiar melodies, and most of the people were in their 20s…but no kiddush!

Highlight of the evening: Walking up to the synagogue and finding a 2 year old boy sitting in his stroller outside. No parent to be found. The kid is just hanging out in his stroller. All of a sudden the kid gets up, walks to the middle of the entrance patio, pulls down his pants, and starts peeing. After he’s finished he puts his pants back on and goes back to his stroller. Still no parent. Ain’t no thang.