The first time I saw the door pictured here, I was immediately taken by it. I loved the detailed but worn woodwork of the door itself and the incredible textures of the red stucco walls surrounding it. It was literally around the corner from the hotel where we stayed and I passed it and photographed it on multiple occasions during my group's stay in Granada.

While it was the old doors that suggested an affluent past that attracted my attention first, it was the deep red that cemented I would have to have a nice photo of this piece of architecture. I loved the weathering as well as the literal writing on the walls. If memory serves me, this wasn't so much graffiti as directional information, a little peek into the local culture.

I had one brief glimpse of the lady of the house while passing by this doorway for the last time. She was just as I had envisioned, elderly, her home almost a reflection of her own advancing years, and the small dog that stood in the doorway with her showed that there was still a heart inside those old walls. In a way, I feel like this photo documents her even though she's not visible.