When we pretended to be Jews

Saturday in January in New York: Just to get a glimpse of the fabulous synagogue on White street. I've blogged about this in the past, but had never been inside.

We put on some Yarmulkes that were graciously left at the entrance, and watched the service from the back seats. Felix looked very serious. Angelo loves everything Jewish anyway.

Naturally the inside is just like the outside, only inverted.

And the whole thing is in marble, which one could not tell from the photos. And the synagogue has an arts program of course.