I’ve always thought my passion for old doors was a little weird, an odd personality quirk best not discussed in polite company. I’ve gotten used to it over the years, and so have my friends. “Wait,” they say screeching to an exaggerated halt. “Geanie’s taking another picture of a door.”
I love doors. Unusual doors, battered doors, doors that look like they’ve been around since the beginning of time.
An open door is an invitation into someone’s home, their life, and their story. A closed door is the opposite, but I find them equally intriguing especially in an exotic place like Tangier.
We’d signed up for a last-minute day trip from Malaga Spain to Tangier Morocco. I hadn’t had time to do my research so didn’t know what to expect. I was in for a nice surprise.
I think the doors in Morocco say a lot about the people who live here. This is a very religious society and an ancient one. Some of the doors here are so old and creaky that you feel you’ve entered a horror movie as you step through their shadowy realms.
Take this door to the left – what would you think lurks behind these rusty metal bars?
And this one? The bright colors suggest a pleasant place. Maybe this is the home of a well to do businessman or woman – a rug importer perhaps, or a financier. I like to think this is the home of a well-educated couple with a happy jumble of boisterous tots.
Here’s another exotic entryway. The heavy, somewhat forbidding iron doors strike an odd contrast to their decorative surroundings. Though a little battered and in need of a paint job you can tell this was once a place of importance.
This door is interesting because of the knocker. Our friend Abi, (pictured in the first photo) explained that while most residential homes have a knocker, many have separate knockers for different inhabitants. There might be a heavy one like this for the man of the house and a lighter one for the wife. Some doors even have small knockers which are lower to the ground for a child’s use.
As you can see from the red sign by the door below, this is the Hotel Tangier. It’s is one of the swankier places to stay in this area, which is indicated by the beautiful door with surrounding mosaic tile.
This is the Tangier I’ll never forget, tunnel-like winding streets, so narrow that if you step too stridently through your own front door you might end up in your neighbor’s house. This is not a great door picture, but what I was actually going for was the wiring. Most of these homes do not have electricity. It costs a lot of money to have electrical wires brought to your home. People of lesser means take their baking to the bakery, their laundry to the laundress and read at night by the light of a gas lamp. Traveling always makes me count my blessings.
Anyway, it’s good to know there are other door lovers out there. Maybe I’m not so quirky after all. Thanks, Thursday Doors!
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