...what these doors look like this time of year? do they string little twinkling lights around them? I am picturing beautiful, happy people carrying bottles of wine opening them to find themselves surrounded by warmth and the most wonderful smells and, of course, hugs and kisses. smells of slow cooked sauces to be tossed with fresh pasta, herbed fresh fish, octopus maybe, everything drizzled in fruity olive oil. what I would give to be there now, oh what I would give to see these doors in december.