I discovered this image taken over fifteen years ago in a small town on the Amalfi Coast, while going through a shoebox filled with old photos. As I strolled past a beautiful old church I was struck by these four men sitting together on a Sunday afternoon, the middle two deep in conversation, the bookends, content in their own thoughts. Each gentleman bore a unique expression though their emotions are difficult to interpret. As only in Italy, the fashion sense impressed, particularly the vivid blue socks and old style fedoras. The fellow on the far left sported a more casual but equally dapper attire with his jaunty tweed cap and stylish sneakers.
“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.