I passed a house with a huge sheet hanging out the window with a peace sign painted on it. As I'm pouring myself a beer, I get a tap on my shoulder. Chaim is a tallish, handsome man wearing jeans, a pale oxford button down and the simple, tight-knit kippah (yarmoulke) you see often in Israel and the Northeast, but not often in the Northwest. I tell him about my brief stay in Tzfat, the ancient town in northern Israel to which the occultist Jews of Spain fled in the 13th century when the Inquisition was in full swing.
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