A door is a well of fascination. Where does it lead? Who lives behind it? A door ajar draws me in; a closed one lets me make up my own stories.
Never are doors as intriguing as in old cities. Imagine the thousands of feet that have passed through; the many tragedies and happy moments it has seen. Perhaps it was closed for safety; perhaps it kept someone a prisoner locked inside.
The beauty is in the story it keeps hidden. A carefully restored one can be as beautiful as a neglected and broken. Oh, how I wish they could tell their stories!