If this door wasn't found in the village, it would be unique. But this place being what it is, a red door is just as common as a brown or a blue one. Call it charm or call it trying to out-do the neighbors, whatever it is keeps this neighborhood alive. I love getting lost in these streets. The pace of the city slows down over there, even if it costs you a few more pennies for your cup of joe. If you're lucky you can catch the sun setting over NJ down one of the worn streets.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
The scarlet door is commonplace.
If this door wasn't found in the village, it would be unique. But this place being what it is, a red door is just as common as a brown or a blue one. Call it charm or call it trying to out-do the neighbors, whatever it is keeps this neighborhood alive. I love getting lost in these streets. The pace of the city slows down over there, even if it costs you a few more pennies for your cup of joe. If you're lucky you can catch the sun setting over NJ down one of the worn streets.
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