Lettere…

I saw this cracked, old door in Trastevere in Rome, Italy. The winding, narrow streets of this characterful neighbourhood are full of wonderful details, such as this mail-opening on someone’s front door. I can imagine how beautiful this door looked when it was freshly painted with the stark white letters flush against the shining, welcoming green. Yet now I imagine its history; I think of the weather it has endured, the people it has seen in the street and all the “lettere” that have arrived in its mouth.