Ancient city gates – those gigantic entryways, patiently clocking the footfalls of generations – hold a special fascination for me.
Set into heavy fortifications or floating on water, these gates were more than mere access points. Most were hubs of trade, places where city edicts were read out and hangings executed.
Some were symbolic and exclusive, based on cultural perceptions of purity. The right to cross those thresholds was determined by social standing or royal privilege.
But they were all, without exception, works of art. Declarations of the wealth and importance of the city state.
So they fascinate me, thrill me with the anticipation of discovering what lies beyond…….even if all that remains is just a frame, or a pile of stones.
Come walk with me through these portals to the past.