When one door of happiness closes,
another opens;
but often
we look so long
at the closed door
that we do not see
the one
which has been
opened
for
us.
~Helen Keller
Speaking of doors, I'd love to know what the story is on this place.
I came across it on one of my walks.
It's on a bit of a slope, and it's a small door in the middle of a large stone wall.
One of these days, I'm going to knock and find out who is on the other side.
I'm guessing they're nice guys.
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I think that if I ever need a consultant, I'd be looking for a nice one.
That looks familiar? Sherbrooke street, no? I want to know what goes on in there! Please knock on their door!
Just off Sherbrooke, actually. Such a cool door, almost magical. I have to cross the threshold and poke about one day.
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