Italian Reflections (Cont.): The Platypus Travels Part XI

I have no idea where this door leads.  It looks perfect for a book cover.  There were lots of doors like this all over Italy.  Each one opens on its own world, mundane or marvelous.  There were a few I saw opened -only a very few.  I wish we had more doors like this.  The grass is always greener.

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