Being lucky enough to live in a place which is surrounded by history, it’s sometimes quite easy to let your imagination amble off into a different era, a different century. I love doors – there is the secret life behind them – imagining who lived there when the door was hung for the very first time. Do the people who live behind them now know what went on before they moved into their house? These doors are in Gaillac, St-Antonin-Noble-Val and in Carcassonne and I only know what is behind one of them…
“In the universe, there are things that are known and things that are unknown and in between, there are doors.”
“The doors will be opened to those
who are bold enough to knock”.
“If it doesn’t open, it’s not your door”.
“Doors don’t slam open”.
“Doors forget but only doors know
what it is doors forget”.