Our front door.
This is early in the day, the doors are open so the Portero can mop the floors and they will dry quickly.
Across the street was a bakery and an ice cream shop. My husband got to know those people right away... they would see him on the street and give him a big hello. I would ask him who they were, we knew no one yet ! and then he would tell me and we would laugh. His ice cream addiction came in handy when making friends and my need for a hot out of the oven croissant helped.
Such Sweet Memories.