Several years ago I became fascinated with doors when I traveled. To me they were always a symbol of the past and a mystery of what was on the other side. I love the beautiful and the ugly. The new and the old. They all have a story to tell. I like to imagine the people behind those doors and their story. Some are unexpected like one that I found in Venice. All the hardware on the door was bright & shiny brass and yet all around, the buildings and city of Venice are decaying and rotting away. The newness of the door said to me that Venice was not finished yet - no matter what her critics might say! Some are not actually doors - like the gates at the Tower of London. Since prisoners were brought into the Tower through those gates, it seemed to qualify as a "door". There is a very unusual and colorful one with giraffes painted at the bottom. I found this in Pisa. They all have a story to tell. And if they don't, we can make one up, can't we?