Regular readers may
have noticed that I have a bit of a thing for old doors. There's
something about a well-weathered, aesthetically aged door that really
gets my photographic juices flowing. And in Roccacasale I found my
Nirvana. Everywhere I turned as I wandered around the village's
narrow walkways at dusk there was a portal just crying out to be
recorded for posterity. Herewith a small selection for your viewing
pleasure.
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