Following on from my previous post on ‘broken doors’ here are some pretty doors!
Not far from the market in Funchal, that sells the fruit anona that tastes of apple custard and bananas that taste of pineapple, are the narrow streets of the Old Town around Rua de Santa Maria. Here you can traverse more eateries than even a month of feasting could satisfy. Overhead is the soughing of taut wire and the whisper of passing cable cars that caress the rooftops as they climb to the heavenly tropical gardens of Monte and then fall back to earth. Here are many painted doors. As I passed by, avoiding those with invitations to eat who waited outside their establishments to entreat the unwise glance, I took photographs of my favourite ones to enjoy. I hope you enjoy them too!
