For me, Roman doors are some what like big old story books.
Every time I pass the gigantic concrete pillars that frame the thick wooden doors within them or glance up at the richly decorated wrought iron frames around them I can't help but think that the scratched paint, deep crevasses and worn out door knobs echo a story of the characters that have lived behind them for hundreds of years.
Here are a few of the aging beauties that I have come across throughout my first two weeks in Rome.
Every time I pass the gigantic concrete pillars that frame the thick wooden doors within them or glance up at the richly decorated wrought iron frames around them I can't help but think that the scratched paint, deep crevasses and worn out door knobs echo a story of the characters that have lived behind them for hundreds of years.
Here are a few of the aging beauties that I have come across throughout my first two weeks in Rome.