#BlogElul 2018. Day 9 See

Lunch in the City at a Vegetarian Restaurant

The man who makes my smoothie looks familiar. I think he worked at the falafel place next door.

A young boy’s Tzitzit stand out against his black trousers. 

Three girls push four tables together. They eat cut vegetables and wait for the others to arrive. In time the others come and order bowls of cut vegetables.

A  small stainless steel sink and a pitcher for ritual hand washing is between the men’s room and the women’s room. 

At an outside table two women drink healthy looking green smoothies. A brown and white dog naps half under the table. 

We walk to the car and pass a woman eating a sandwich with a pungent aroma.

In front of a restaurant called Brothers a young man and woman sit at a table and talk. They push their dishes to the side and hold hands.

On the way home we observe a man with a fluorescent green backpack enter a store. The store sells antiques and used furniture.

Each person has a story to tell. And each story connects to other people and places. My story and your story may touch at some point.