There are garment shops all over,
and most (I assume, because that's what
the book said) owned by Jews.
Stands, colorful fabrics, busy main Avenues.
A little farther, well mixed
into the crowd of musty looking stores,
the kosher restaurants.
I suppose I'm slightly disappointed,
but, I haven't tried all the food yet.
If anything, I'm surprised at
the silliness of how I look in the window:
silly big shorts, light blue t-shirt,
sandals and a Panama hat.
The passages of a tourist.
On some streets, it's as if
I'm in New York, where
you walk and suddenly,
the section, the barrio, which looks normal
except for a few things.