I was lucky enough to get to travel around Puglia, in Southern Italy, this September.
I was struck by the everyday beauty and variety of the doorways. So much so, it became a daily obsession, wondering who might live inside, and what memories lay within the walls.
Poor Grimshaw was often held up during these pondering, secretly longing for an espresso.
I thought it might be nice to share some of these, now we’re hitting that Scottish autumn chilliness and greyer Northern light?
