While on vacations, I like to venture out early in the morning. I love to walk through the quiet streets, watch florists decorate their storefronts, see flour covered bakers load fresh bread into delivery vans, hear street sweepers hum in the distance and see the city still, but slowly waking up. Soon the streets would be filled with people rushing to work and tourists pouring out of hotels and cafes. But at the break of dawn, it was really just me. I tried to see every detail, my full attention focused purely on my surroundings, on the architecture, the colors and the stillness of it all.
As I walked through the sleepy streets of Krakow taking photos of the beautiful buildings, some restored with great care and some sadly forgotten, I started to notice one thing, the doors. There were so many really exquisite doors, some almost regal looking, some with delicate details and some massive, old and grand.
Some of the doors were fairly new while others seemed fit for a king. I couldn't help but wonder what fascinating and heartbreaking history some of these doors witnessed.
Joanna
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