They open up magic or shut out the scary night. Solicitors scratch their knuckles on them and lucky mail persons get to jam paper in boxes before them everyday. In Narnia, they’re closets, which are just doors going someplace else. However you wish to view them, here’s a small collection to enjoy.
On a sunny day in Key West, found on the way to Pepe’s on Caroline (which, by the way, is the definition of charming local cafe.) Hemingway ate there, too. This fact seems to go a long way in Key West.
Ringling Museum, Sarasota, Florida
Looks like maybe a thousand other cathedral doors, but this one’s special. Notre Dame, Paris
On the way up to Mont St. Michel. If you saw the Samantha Brown episode, this secret passage does indeed save you time. Or at least it did at one time. On the way down, think about getting an enormous omelette at Mere Poulard for $40, then resist. You can watch them being made for free from your view on the street and recall the best omelettes taste like omelettes. Mont St. Michel, France.
Okay, not a door. These are pré salé sheep. They’re a delicacy on the salt flats around Mont St. Michel. They don’t get much glory except on the plate. As such, they requested their 2 seconds of fame. Getting shorter and shorter every day when you add sheep to the mix . . .
Residential home in Port Townsend, Washington (no, I did not trespass. Zoom, baby, zoom). Port Townsend is the twin of Duluth, Minnesota with warmer, wetter weather and slightly hipper people. Sweet Laurette’s Cafe has Frenchified food and decadent caramelly coffee.
Fortunately, they no longer prod the elephants who transport visitors to Jaipur Palace with bull sticks. This makes one feel slightly more secure when riding on top of the kindly giants up a long, winding hill. I can’t account for the broken door. Jaipur, Rajasthan, India.
Everything in India is too beguiling for words (except the shit in the streets). This door is one of several in a courtyard in the City Palace. Udaipur, Rajasthan, India.
City Palace, Udaipur, India
City Palace, Udaipur, India
While we’re in India, you must see the Taj Mahal in Agra. Go inside and you’re in the burial chamber of Shah Jahan and Mumtaz Mahal (they are actually underneath the ground level on which you stand). The lotus flower design above the door is made of semi-precious and precious stones. When a flash light is shone against them, they glow. The guy who is eager to demonstrate this is not just being friendly; he wants your money. But it’s not so big of a deal.
The kid selling miniature Taj Mahal snow globe key chains on the walk outside is the cutest kid ever. You might hear the word “cello” (roughly: get outta here!) thrown at him by a fellow Indian when, through sheer persistence, he offers you 17 snowglobes for the price of one. “You cello!” might be his indignant reply.