I'm not hugely familiar with the customs of assorted Jewish holidays as my wife counts herself a cultural Jew and she also married a non-Jew which is not viewed any more kindly by her lot than it used to be by mine. We had a religious wedding and finding a suitable rabbi was beyond us so we used an ecumenical priest who managed to get into trouble with his Bishop for marrying us. That negative experience put the last nail in the coffin of my Catholicism. My wife had kosher grandparents (separate fridges which sounds like a lot of work for a butter fingers like me) and she can recite the Hebrew prayers, which when translated sound remarkably similar to the Latin mumbles I grew up with, but we are two people straddling two cultures viewed askance by the hardliners on each side. From a distance I do enjoy the inexplicable rites and habits that are never questioned by their adherents. And you are looking in these pictures at the oldest organized Jewish community in Florida which is noteworthy for Key West, once Florida's wealthiest city and Perhaps stillmost integrated.
Lovely isn't it? The older we get the less truth we find, smoke and mirrors, deception and speculation. If I get too old and spend too much time wondering about what else isn't as we always thought it was, my head will explode.