Fort Cochin
The narrow stone cobbled streets seemed like they had meandered out of a book of illustrated Fairy Tales.Now, black tarred roads stick out only as a unsure memory.Here, feet mostly tread on age old stone, bathed in a film of sand blown over from the thin shoreline.
Every other street corner was splashed with color or bedecked with beads, flowers, clothes or jewels.Resplendent.
In the midst of this extravagance I spotted a humble door way. Welcoming curious feet was a worn out but formerly bright yellow wall. Leading on was a cobbled stone path. Hovering over, cautiously was the blue sky.
Where will it take curious feet?
I have yet to find out.
This is as far as my camera's eye could see.
But does another door always open when one shuts?
Is everything illuminated?
1 comment:
I love looking through doorways too.
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