I can't help it. I'm a sucker for door knockers, even the one on our front door in Washington that is engraved with the names of people who owned that house long before we did. (And why didn't we change that? Well we know we live there and if other people don't, perhaps they don't have any business knocking.)
But I digress. I'm always on the lookout and beyond thrilled when I find a beauty like these two:
But check out these ones that I spotted on our pre-Christmas jaunt to Italy.
Surely the psychoanalysts among you have something to say about that.
For a long time, we were just another typical Washington, DC family: two policy-oriented jobs, two kids, and two cars. Out of the blue, my husband got a new assignment; we ditched the old jobs and the cars (but kept the kids) and headed to Paris for what started out to be a three-year, and eventually became a four-year tour.