Walking down the street with a filmmaker from Israel, the air grey and wet on our shoulders. Her big eyes move over the buildings, eating them with a mild wonder. “The vines, in spring, are green, it’s beautiful,” I say. She turns to me, she walks close alongside my feet, she smiles, turning back to the wall over her shoulder. She is looking for the words. “Now, they have their… advantages, too,” she says. The grey light reflects on curving panes of glass.