The Many Saints of Williamsburg

I live in the country of Brooklyn, in a town called Williamsburg. My area is a large Italian community that’s been around for a century, with a new, younger crowd moving in. Nowhere is this change more apparent than the myriad of restaurants, bakeries, sandwich shops, and fish markets-old mixed with new. Similarly, my block is a mix of original residents and newcomers. Italian flags flutter by doorways, gruff, older Italian men meet at the Giglio Boys Club, and ceramic saints peep out from windowsills. I feel as if these little figurines are looking out for me. To quote The Sopranos, they, and the older community that they represent, are the many saints of Williamsburg.