A thin wedge in the glamorous street that is La Brea, one can almost miss it. I did, in fact. I walked buoyantly with my stroller, scanning the glimmering storefronts, stopping befuddled before Pizza Maven. Beside the famous pizzeria, a narrow door seemed to materialize, which opened to a long set of steps. I hoisted my baby up and passed a series of buzzing offices to get to the shul, Maayon Yisroel. There, several women were absorbed in the Gemara discussing exceptions in the case of eidim zommemin, witnesses that were later found to be falsely testifying. All the noise and little pleasures of busy Los Angeles are forgotten in the suddenly very relevant discussion of false witnesses.