I think the statue was donated and put in the flower patch. No need for paint. This is at the neighbor’s house next to the hermitage on the “day-off”. Sorry it’s all out of focus. It was really very late in the evening. Almost no light.
All the Jews I’ve met in my life until 1990 were Ashkenazi or Sephardic, and so – how to say – white people. When I went to live in Israel and study in the West Bank, I met really a lot of Jews from elsewhere, like, say, Yemen. Dark, dark, dark skinned. Totally cool, thought I in seeing a Yemini woman. This is what Mary, Jesus’ good mom, must have looked like. Wow, thought I, smiling from ear to ear.