I found a metal door at the end of the lane when I was rambling along the old quarter. It was a non-descript doorway. And it was closed tightly as if it intimidated the strangers by threats. So I imagined that the door was opened while it creaking to issue a warning.
The old town was surrounded by the thick wall and the houses inside were guarded by the metal gate. The dwellers were secured doubly.
January 30, 2015
CANON EOS 1V
EF85MM F1.2L II USM