The business of the shuk has lost its allure, so today we ventured out into a new hip-checking, full contact, street-fighting environment - the lulav market. We spent an hour this morning in a humid tent nearby the Central Bus Station haggling over lulavim and etrogim (read: branches and lemons) until we found the set that suited us swell. Perhaps the most interesting part was the stratification of the products. There were a range of varieties, from Mehadrin through three stages of Mehudar down to the lowest stage, Kosher. When we asked a retailer about the difference, his response was "this is 100 shekels, this is 20." Somehow I don't think he answered the question. Or maybe it did, we were just hopeful that our religion was governed by something other than money.
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