I’ve developed a slight obsession with doors and doorways after my travels.
Everywhere you look there are amazingly rustic, old, crumbling, peeling, rotting and bright doors. Its kinda hard to not be amazed every time you walk down a gorgeously windy street and see the crooked and bulging buildings and wonder how they’re still standing. Then you turn and see the old worn away knockers on an ancient looking wooden door. I’m so intrigued about the history of each of the houses and who could possibly be living there now. Amazing. Love it!
Fig & Honey 