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Yes, this is part of the magic of this magical (and tragic) place, which cannot be experienced or known without being there. Reminds me of when in 1987 I was house-sitting an apartment in the old city on the border between the Jewish, Christian and Arab/Muslim quarters. On Friday I heard the sound of the muzzein and people walking to prayers. Friday night I heard Sabbath prayers and sweet silence on Saturday. Sunday the church bells rang out. And all this within yards of each other! Who says we can't live in peace in the City of Peace?! Keyn yehi ratzon... let it be!
R. Steve Booth-Nadav