I am a day behind. Alas, my wild gardening ambitions during the government furlough have put me in a pissing match with poison ivy. It won. But this too will pass and focusing on something beautiful will be an especially important activity the next week or two. A diversion from the unsightly rash facing me each time I stand before the mirror.
And so, the object of my aesthetic distraction today is one of my favorite European subjects—it’s magnificent doors. This photo of a building a few steps down from the fabric store we saw our first day exploring Florence. That such beauty is common place, in an small and secondary street, on modest as well as grand buildings — is wonderful. A great metaphor for extending welcome, pride in property, and the importance of beauty in the everyday and functional.