Wednesday, March 28

A touch-me door

I was walking through the city center of Vicenza, Italy, with some Italians friends, who I've written about here. We walked by this door, and I loved the faded paint and the color combination of green, shades of brown, gold. I couldn't not touch it. I couldn't not pull on the handle a little bit. It was open.

2 comments:

  1. Vicenza is so beautiful... a great architect friend of mine lives there and gave me a tour of all of Palladio's work; it almost turned this modernist into a classicist!

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  2. Beautiful architecture in that city! Very Palladian. Hmmmm.

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