The silver Challah tray, framed against a backdrop of black velvet and mounted on the wall above the washing station, was what made me realize that our friends had moved their possessions to Israel to finally feel at home.

Even the dining room chairs and table, and the black Chinese ebony credenza, had found their perfect place in a niche. The cream-colored sofas in the living room, where I sat during the Sheva Brachot we were invited to, looked familiar.

“Harry,” I asked our host, “this sofa reminds me of your house in LA.”

“Everything we shipped from there,” was his answer.

The fascinating part was that each piece had found its correct space, even though the two homes were thousands of miles apart.

But this property, although furnished with the same décor, radiated a different kind of holiness.

Here, in the land of wonders, a home takes on a shine that all the riches in the world cannot........

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