I visited Rome back in 1997. While touring the Coliseum, I captured this wonderful photograph of three nuns in full habit. There is no doubt this ancient amphitheater built between 70 and 80 AD qualifies for the contest. As for the nuns, a bit harder to determine. The stern gaze of the nun on the far left transports me back to my first grade classroom and to memories of my strict but excellent teacher, Sister Bernadette.
“Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.”
We visited the Amalfi Coast on our honeymoon fifteen years ago. One distinct memory was the colorful tiles which hung aside the front door of each hillside dwelling displaying the home’s number. Each different in theme and no doubt chosen to reflect the personality of the resident. The majority were bright and colorful alike the ubiquitous lemon trees for which the region is known. This door, with its weathered wood and ivy framework portrayed a cool serenity. Its simple beauty proving nature to be the preferred decorator.