Getting Primitive

This morning, my next door neighbour, whose name I think is Meelah or similar, was beaming over the fence. Meelah is a young Lebanese woman and has practically no English, so most conversation consists of pointing and mimeing. Her 3yo son, Paul, is often throwing things over the fence, and so I thought it might have been retrieval time. Instead, she had dropped this large wooden primitive carving over the fence. A great gift. Where she got it, I don't know.