The service was conducted, of course, by a large angel with glitter in her hair.
Tag: Meir Park
Playboy of the Western Wall
He says I should come back to the table and talk to him more, and blows me a kiss. I wink at him, like a playboy.
Rainbow flags everywhere; hanging from balconies, flying from lampposts, in café windows. If this isn’t the gayest city in the world it is, at least, trying to be.