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Of Doors and Donuts

Friends,
They say eyes are the door to the soul. I think doors are the door the soul –of a city.
  • Take the side door (holy door) to the city’s cathedral. There are at least a dozen churches I can think of in the downtown area. Throw a stone and you might hit one. I have yet to find a town with such a high church density as Cuenca. Speaks to a pious culture.
  • The beautiful metalwork on the second door doubles as security. Despite being such a devout town, every glass surface in town has bars (or doors that close at night) to prevent breaking and entering and every house has a stone and/or metal fence. Speaks to the culture’s views on theft. 
  • Door three reflects the traditional building material (adobe) and brings us back to the fact some abodes are humbler than others. In Cuenca it is not uncommon to find a wealthy family living next door to a poor family. Speaks to a higher tolerance and empathy among social classes. 
  • The final door is gratuitous. Speaks to my sense of whimsy.

And speaking of doing things a little differently, Lisa Smith has kindly provided cookies and banana bread this morning (thank you!). That said, it seems things are getting little unwieldy, so I better get back to Denver so I can get us back on the donut wagon next week.
Happy Friday!

P.S. Here’s another gratuitous pic I took of a traditional center patio –with the city’s Cathedral in the background.

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