I cautiously approached and casually blended in with the crowd. Quite honestly, I could feel the attraction myself—a bejeweled angel with a glittering gossamer veil had eyes that caused my heart to melt. But, my rapture was short-lived. I heard someone say "I think there's an outsider amongst us." I froze. Was it because I took some shots of the photographers? Perhaps I was the only one with a Nikon—I was an infidel amongst a group of Canon-ites doing their prayers at a wailing wall. Whatever. I nervously slipped off into the shadows.