Valencia’s answer to the tile and cobble of Lisbon was doors. Large, wooden or metallic, ornate or simple doors. I took so many photos of doors but narrowed it down to the gallery below.
The door below the balcony was a good example. Day to day, we’d see someone go in and out opening just a small opening on the right. But then someone wanted to pull in their car, meaning there was some kind of parking inside for the building tenants, and opened both doors. I didn’t think they were going to make it backing the car in, but they did. Not their first rodeo.
