On the other side of town, inside Mahane Yehuda Market, today’s Casino de Paris picks up where the British Mandate period left off. Once a popular officer’s club-casino-bordello, the current incarnation is a much tamer late-night haunt.
It happens most Friday nights. I close my laptop, pack stray work-related thoughts into my mental filing cabinet and begin to decompress for the weekend, when an insistent pang starts tugging at my brain. Something, I’ve long felt, is missing.
Elbows out. That was the lesson that began my initiation into the ways of Valley Produce market in Reseda.