Saturday, August 11, 2018 5:30 AM

The barista knows what I'm getting. As I dig a five-shekel coin out of my wallet and approach the counter, she waves a regular-size cold cup and points to the coffee granita machine. Yep. Outside, another barista appears to be doing a complicated dance. As I get closer and overhear the conversation, I see that he's describing a soccer match and replicating some fancy footwork that happened in it. Leaving the shop, I walk through a flock of pigeons. One of them, startled, flies up and collides with a man walking toward us. The man apologizes. The bird doesn't.