I liked this plain pocket synagogue tucked in among the stalls at the Mahane Yehuda market in West Jerusalem. It’s particularly lively in the evening, I guess when people are coming home from work. I was told that the site was once an ordinary market stall whose owner wanted to turn it into a synagogue space after he died. The crowd is chiefly Sephardic. It’s a modest little place. It makes no grand architectural gesture. It’s just there.