Doors can open for us, they can close for us, they can be slammed in our faces. Doors can keep us out—or keep us in. Opportunity knocks on our door but so does the Grim Reaper. There are sliding doors, dutch doors, false doors, swinging doors. Open the door to your future, close the door on your past. Pete Townshend urges that you let his love open the door, someone’s knocking at Paul McCartney‘s door and Van Morrison wants to open the door to your heart.
Normally, one doesn’t consider doors much—other than as metaphors. But in San Miguel, one’s eyes scan forward in anticipation to the right and the left as you walk down the street—to see which door will grab you next. It is a town of doors—and as it is elsewhere, some will open for you and others will close. But no matter how many do either, San Miguel de Allende—el corazón de México—is your doorway to an enchanting world. Bienvenidos.