In the Neighborhood

A Hasidic gentleman came up to me as I was trying to take a picture.

He asked me a question I couldn’t make out; I shook my head and smiled to indicate I didn’t understand.

He asked again: “Are the continents in order?”

“I don’t know,” I said. I hadn’t been checking for that.

“It’s man-made,” he said. I wondered, is this part of their cosmogony I’m not familiar with?

“It’s beautiful,” I said.

“The wood,” he said, pointing at the door. “It’s hand-carved.”

“It’s beautiful,” I said.