To ancient Greeks, doors are considered sacred. So much so that there was a time they were revered as transitions or passageways from one realm to another.
During our trip to Greece, I've inadvertently developed a fascination for doors and windows. Maybe it's because of the soft palettes that impress a lovely contrast against the dark solids. Or the bougainvilleas creeping down creating a beautiful frame around the window sills. Or maybe it's the stories behind those doors--of children watching their grandmas cook, of elderly men smoking by the window while reading the newspaper, or simply of locals drinking coffee while watching passersby mill about.