The Paradesi Synagogue, built in the 1500s, is at the center of this area. One of the coolest things was the old (old looking, at least) signs.
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The cemetery is also one of the things the signs all point you toward.
How was it?
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The cemetery is not the only thing around Jew Town when it comes to dying.
In reading about the Jew Town history, I came across an article about the woman who sells tickets at the synagogue. How she is the last female Jew left. Sad.
I can only imagine what it's like to be in her position--and to be written up in history for that reason.
I noticed her when we entered the synagogue and tried to get her to return my smile, but it was a faint, tired shadow of a smile that she gave. What a sad and lonely existence--yet she stands there every day and sells tickets instead of pursuing something that makes her happy.
I find it very interesting how history gets written by the individual choices people make.
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