Okay, I love doors. And I pay for it with some ridicule from my friends. I’m always snapping shots of doorways—handles, hinges, frames, you name it. The more mysterious, the better. After all, I wrote an entire book about doors (Kendra II).
Well, I found a few delightful ones at the Parliament building on my recent trip to Ottawa, but there was a row of doors in particular that really intrigued me. I never did figure out what exactly they were for — I assume it’s what the Parliamentary Gnomes use to come and go. Why not? They have Parliamentary Cats!
Or is, just maybe, a way to sneak into that land hidden between the crack of here and there . . . ?
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Count me in! If only you could take a plane to Een…..
Do the cats use them?