Neighborhood doorway

I love the spring, and I'm not the only one.Doors are open, people are out, the neighborhood comes alive.

Our neighbors aren't afraid to let life spill onto the street.

This morning when I left for the office there were boys rollerblading around me and a cluster of women reaching into the grape trees for leaves to make a traditional riced-stuffed dish. 

As a newcomer to the neighborhood, I get excited about the opportunities that come with the cool breezes and the sunshine, and I'm reminded of how fortunate we are to live and work among the people here.


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