It was one of those occasions when I was glad to have had my camera with me. While drying my hair under one of the immobile wall-hairdryers I kept staring at that wig, saying to myself:
"I must shoot it. I hope the owner doesn't take it down before I can get my camera out of the locker!"
And while taking the picture:
"Don't worry ladies; I'm only photographing this wig on the wall. You're not in the picture, none of you!"
A large percentage of the women who swim "women's hours" in the Neve Yaakov, Jerusalem pool are religious and married. Jewish Law requires us to cover our hair. I wear a variety of hats and scarves, but others wear wigs.