Today we return to the Village of 100 doors – that feel more like 1000 – called Tatti. We shall be back at least one more Thursday.
It was a lovely May day last year, my parents came over for my birthday and I took them door-a-hopping as a daughter does. I love it how they blend in.
The first post from here gave you the initial feel of the place, while today’s doors can be found around this pretty little square with a fountain:
I wish you a happy:
- spring (or is it autumn?)
- World Poetry Day (here is an old Found Poetry Doors mix post that I’m proud of)
- full moon
- birth of your child (yayyy, Mihela+Aleš!)
- or just ordinary Thursday and happy doors.
I need to be more accommodating, it seems. Yesterday’s post with the ass on the cover yielded one sole comment (Snow Melts Somewhere for the win!!!!).
((Nah. It’s quite alright. Norm retwitted it.))