“As for reading, I wish I had a magic door to a library where I could go in, read for days and days, and come back in the same minute I left. I’m still looking for the door.”
~ David Mitchell
Don’t you just love that quote? Oh, to have a door like that!
On my recent ramblings through Venice I was entranced with doors. In narrow alleys, small courtyards and squares the doors dominated. Doors replete with history. Doors with their own energies and style. Doors that held secrets.
I rested my hand upon them. Felt the age and the grain of wood or the cold tang of metal. Admired the artistry and personality.
As I strolled quiet morning streets the way a visitor might wander an art gallery the door knobs, knockers and name plates really touched my heart and filled me with wonder.
Here are a few of my favourites. I hope you enjoy them too.
Nx
