Nearly every morning I want to photograph this heart-shaped wand, but the window is always open, and the woman living in the flat is always standing there. Though this wand lives in the north of the city, the woman is certainly not Glinda, the Good Witch of the North, and in Tel Aviv I am more likely to meet the Wicked Witch of the West should I try and take a picture of her at 6 AM.
This afternoon as Hugo and I followed the grey brick road I was ecstatic to find the window closed. I felt like the lion when I mustered up my courage and snapped the shot. No monkeys flew by, and like the tin man I got a heart!
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