My current fixation with doors has dragged me down once again to Valletta, and for another time I have discovered new angles, new sides which hath remained in the dark for all the time when I visited. Today the light sheds from the warmth of the “lanterns” that have inspired me to look within even further. Accompanied by two friends to observe or appreciate further the magnificence of this place we moved along the narrow streets.

Doors in Valletta

Valletta Grand Harbour by night

Barrakka Entrance

My usual resting place

Doors are like pathways, they can lead to somewhere and they can obstruct ones’ path, they can hide and close away behind them unsolved mysteries. Like doors our lives change and with them our feelings, our emotions, our thoughts, our own selves.

A reflection

Cippus companion

Shed some light upon this featured city

Some doors have a key, others don’t, or else can be opened from the inside, every being can either choose to open up or close oneself from the rest of society, from what makes man, humane.

THe door behind st Johns Cathedral.

Persian shop, when will you open again ?

An old key can only open an old lock

However so, a door is meant to be opened even if it takes time to achieve, even if thy key is lost in the midst of time.

Where is my key ?