The Schweizter Café
In the Schweizter Café, five retired men are sitting around passionately arguing about... what? The last war? Gaza? The weak Israeli government? The ultimate direction of Israel's destiny? My waitress informs me that all the fist shaking and finger pointing whirls around the fine points of yesterday's soccer games in Spain.
The dynamic dialog is interrupted by a peddler of fragrances for men and women. He's given the courtesy of their time and noses and gently sent on his way. The peddler, too, is "getting used to it."
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