On Friday: Two women crouch down outside The Aquarium in the late afternoon, rocking back and forth and leaning down toward the outside wall, praying to Mecca. (They’re facing north, and not east.)
On Saturday: A woman, smartly dressed in a nice skirt and sweater, hair up in a tight efficient ‘do, slips past on a skateboard. She leans in to make an effortless left turn from the street and up onto the sidewalk. No foot touches the ground.