Opinion | Searching for a Shul in Lisbon
“Travel is enriched when you connect with local Jewish life.”
“Travel is enriched when you connect with local Jewish life.”
Much like the Mexican town in which it’s located, JC3 is freewheeling, nonconformist and unabashedly unaffiliated.
While most of Morocco’s quarter of a million Jews emigrated to Israel, Europe and the U.S., 2,500 remain today. Traces of their deep-rooted culture stretch from the Mediterranean to the Sahara, a less-traveled region steeped in Jewish history.
On the island of Rhodes, a community that existed in the old town for 2,300 years was nearly wiped out in a single day: July 23, 1944.
Today, there are only five sand synagogues remaining in the world, three of them in the Caribbean.
More than a century and a half has passed since the gold rush created the booming Australian city of Ballarat, 70 miles inland from Melbourne. The gold is long gone, but the worshippers who sit shoulder to shoulder in the pews of Shearith Yisroel seem determined to live up to their synagogue’s name: “Remnant of Israel.”
Four large and heavy commemorative bronze plaques wait in storage at the Praia airport in Cape Verde, an archipelago of ten tiny islands 300 miles off the coast of Senegal in West Africa.
It’s hard to imagine that at one time, this tiny island, so far from the cobblestone streets of Portugal, the canals of Amsterdam and the shtetls of Eastern Europe, had the largest Jewish population in the Americas.