Travel {Vigan's Doors}

“She had always lived her best life in dreams. She knew no greater pleasure than that moment of passage into the other place, when her limbs grew warm and heavy and the sparkling darkness behind her lids became ordered and doors opened; when conscious thought grew owl's wings and talons and became other than conscious.” 

― John Crowley

 Little, Big

As soon as we arrived in Vigan I fell in love with the doors. The old Spanish architecture of the buildings in Vigan is perhaps what draws tourists to it, but there's something to be said about it's doors. They come in all shapes and colors, mostly of old, rugged wood with metal bindings and hinges with nuts and screws as big as your thumb and heavy with rust. I knew I had to have my picture taken with Vigan's doors, these silent sentinels, witness to history as it unfolded into the cobblestone streets and shops of souvenirs that we now see today.

The stories they could tell if these doors could talk!