A valid method. I prefer to have the reader associate with a character, and so I would have told that from the Israeli’s POV, the woman at the window, or maybe even the cop’s POV.
Back to the topic of description, here's something I wrote that (hopefully) puts all the description into the flow of the story.
“Master! The Founder, all praise to his name, has forbidden all contacts with mortals!”
The Sun God chuckled, raising his blond eyebrows in a reassuring nod at his nervous servant. “Dedi, you worry too much. My father is currently busy in a parallel universe. He’ll never even know we stopped here.”
Dedi, a small winged cherub, rubbed his hands nervously. His wings flapped slowly, allowing him to hover near the seven foot tall vision of manly perfection that was the Sun God.
“Master, you said that when you sported with all twenty-four daughters of The High Garrick of the Outer Rim. Yet the Founder banished you to Heaven’s Lowest Kingdom for a decade for that debacle.”
“A little slumming is good for the soul, Dedi. As you’ll remember, I met that lovely Nearly Fallen Angel in a bar there. And five years straight of the banishment passed in her bed.”
“Please, master, let’s learn from our mistakes, just this once?”
The Sun God gave his servant a good-natured slap on the back. A cloud of feathers puffed up from Dedi’s white fluffy wings. “Dedi, I’m an immortal god. Forever is too long without mistakes.”
“Oh, here we go again,” Dedi said, the tips of his wings sagging as he followed his master down the hillside and towards the lights of the small town.