...but i found these photos last night and swooned. those doorknobs, those mail slots, a wreath with real oranges!
i remember that day well. wandering the village, floating from one sidewalk tree lot to another, admiring the very dickensian christmas feel of it all. i remember the city smelled like cinnamon and pine and cold.
i never got around to sharing these then, so why not now? i am always up for a little whimsy to start my day. and besides, it's already august...these christmas doors will be along before we even know it.