I’ve fallen for Spanish doors. Big time!
As I wander down the cobbled alleyways of any Spanish town I have visited, a door, seemingly nailed to the grouted wall, hangs. Each door I see is unique in size, shape, colour, style and material which ceases to become tiresome. In my defence I am from Australia where when it comes to doors usually bigger is always better. Where as here in Spain, it is certainly the opposite. Some Spanish doors are so small you have to crouch through to enter, yet still possess a ‘Wow’ factor and an individual flare.
Come on, how could you not fall in love with these beauties?!