Yesterday, we went to see the New Years celebration lights and decorations in Beverly Hills, on the same street where Julia Roberts walked in the famous movie, “Pretty Woman”.
Street of Julia Roberts
We were all immersed in a fabulous sensation of miracles. This feeling lives in each of us. And it is not just from our childhood, but in my opinion from something else before…
My little grandson threw balloons in the water, and then, enchanted, fell silent with adorable solemnity…
Boy and a water balls
I wandered along that one street like a little princess between tin soldiers from the magical stories of Hans Christian Andersen.
There were not many people, which created an atmosphere with its own charm. The golden stores of high fashion of these days – the mask, seems to have stuck to our faces.
All my life I dealt with tissue transplants and now it seems to me as if someone designed this new fabric tissue to become an integral part of who we are. But for what?
For how long? When will we deserve to remove it?
I didn’t want to think about it…
The happy eyes of adults and children were reflecting in the silver ornaments on the still-standing Christmas tree.
Eitan and silver ball
Cars from “American Cinema” were driving along the street.
Lines of plastic-looking girls stood for the bags of Louis Vuitton, Prada and other glistening fluff. But it was me, it was my younger self who I was judging, staring at those unspeakably gorgeous girls.
Will their Richard Gere climb those emergency stairs for them? Where is the border between cinema and reality? But maybe that’s what it is, maybe we make our own world in the image of our favorite stories.
The fine Staircase
My children and I walked in a stream of this tinsel and the world was beautiful.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, everyone!
All the family
Original in Russian here
Published 13/01/2021 16:55
Updated 14/01/2021 19:33