Beard. Dark, over-sized suit. Plain white shirt. Bright orange wig.
Welcome to Purim in Balaclava. My walk for a sit-down coffee at Lava was made much more interesting by groups of Jewish men, women and children in bright costumes celebrating the 'happiest of all Jewish holidays'.
It was while walking into a packed Glick's bakery that I passed the somber young man in the orange wig. We exchanged smiles just as fresh-baked bagels, challah bread and jam donuts blessed my goyum nose with their delectable aromas.
A happy day, indeed.
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