Doors are intriguing and mysterious.  Doors lead to curiosity… What’s behind that beautiful door?  Is the house or building as amazing as the door itself?  Are the people who live here as wonderful as the door?  Doors are like book covers.  You can’t judge a book by its cover.  And you can’t judge a building by its doors.

On a recent trip to India, I was amazed at all the doors I saw.  They ranged from very ornate to very simple.  The first door featured below is from a courtyard at the Amber Palace in Jaipur.  The color and intricate design makes this my favorite door.

Grand door at the Amber Palace, Jaipur


Here are some of the other fantastic doors:


Door at the City Palace Museum, Jaipur


One of the many doors at the Amber Palace, Jaipur
Door to the library at the Gandhi Museum, New Delhi
Traditional Indian door at the Gandhi Museum, New Delhi


Door at Humayun’s Tomb, New Delhi
Door to a handicraft emporium flanked by Dragons, Connaught Place, New Delhi


Intricate stone carving atop a door to the City Museum, Jaipur
Beautifully carved door at the Amber Palace, Jaipur

While I was marveling at the art and craftsmanship of all the doors we saw…my kids’ favorite door was the one to the Dessert Refrigerator!

Doors to the Dessert Refrigerator, Novotel Aerocity, New Delhi





I can’t remember the first time I ever drank coffee.  I am however, hooked.  Good coffee is such a pleasure.  I do brew my own espresso.  It’s a ritual that I look forward to once in the morning and early afternoon.



They do brew some magical coffee in the little road side coffee shops in South India.  It’s served piping hot in metal lotas (cups) and metal saucers.  As a kid, I was enamored with canned coffee in Japan.  Not only did the vending machines serve cold coffee, they served hot coffee and tea!  I must have drank at least 30 coffees during our trip.  The cans were works of art and had really cool designs.  UCC, Pokka…



I have two sisters, one that drinks coffee and one that doesn’t.  The sister that doesn’t drink coffee has sparkling white teeth.  She’s a dentist who actually doesn’t brush her teeth twice a day!  My parents drink coffee also.  My dad and I argue about who’s coffee is better.  He’s very loyal to his Nespresso.  I prefer to grind my own beans.  Lavazza, Intelligentsia, Illy…  I will be in Chicago in June.  There are several new coffee places and  I want to try.  Will keep you posted.