Here in Jerusalem Yom Kippur ended at 6:07 pm.
As the 26-hour no-food no-water fast came to an end, all thoughts turned toward food and drink.
Fortunately, on my last visit to the shuk (Mahane Yehuda market), I stocked up on special bread at the tiny bakery on Jaffa Street.
The growing line of customers waited patiently and with understanding as dark smoke started escaping from the oven and the baker/seller opened the door and dashed inside.
He quickly peeled the round Bukharan bread from the ceiling and brought out a stack.
Then he took some kind of long, flat, stiff breads off the sides of the oven. (Next time I'll ask what they are called.)
It is a mystery to me how the loaves just stick to the oven and don't fall.