Walking somewhere takes an exceptionally long time when you stop to admire every single door.
Needless to say, every wander in Morocco took a bit longer than a normal stroll. I’d spot a door. Then, I’d crush my back against a wall in the narrow alleyway to let others pass before snapping a photo … and then another and another.
They have high arches and intricate tile work. They are shaped liked keyholes and rectangles.
Some are small and almost hidden within other doors. Others serve as massive, multi-story grand entrances to opulent mosques.
They serve as city gates and the humble entrance to a neighbor’s home.
Turquoise blue, emerald green, blood red … and little bit of every color of the rainbow.
They have overhanging wooden shingles, elaborate paintings, and artistically designed door knockers.
If you’re lucky, you might even see a street cat asleep on a stoop.
Every alley leads to another alley.
And in each and every one is a beautiful surprise — a door worth getting lost for.