#FEBPHOTOADAY Day 4: A stranger:
We live in a VERY Jewish neighborhood. Looking out the window between sundown Friday to sundown Saturday is like watching a movie about people who are super into religion. All of our neighbors go dark then, meaning they can't use modern conveniences like electricity (although I've been told there are crafty ways to get around this, like using your elbow instead of your finger to push a button on an elevator - guess that doesn't count!).
Anyways, there are quite a few temples within walking distance to our house and everyone passes by on their way to services. Most of the men are wearing traditional Jewish garb (I won't even pretend to know what any of it is called but it's the whole shebang - yarmulkes, big fuzzy hats, long stringy things hanging from their pants) and the women, as my father says, all look like Annie Hall in their long skirts, hats and covered arms.
I know we'll probably look back on our time in this house and laugh at what a strange decision it was to live where we do. We fell in love with the house, not the neighborhood but I do have to say that the neighborhood has grown on us over the past year. It's great to be so close to the "big city" if you turn left and head down Pico, but nice to have the option of a quiet residential stroll if you turn right and head into Beverlywood. And you somehow accept that all of the businesses and restaurants are closed from Friday evening to Saturday evening because, well, that's just the way it is when people have got so much praying to do! We are definitely in the minority at our little abode on Livonia Avenue but it's interesting all the same to observe this slice of life.