Every portal here tells a story. The royal blue ones with wrought-iron stars? They mark homes of families descended from Andalusian refugees. Those with twin knockers (one high, one low) accommodated riders on horseback. The weathered cedar doors still bear faint carvings of fish scales – an ancient charm against misfortune. Some conceal courtyards where orange trees grow; others open to stairways that spiral into darkness. We’ve learned which unassuming entrance leads to a hidden ceramics workshop, and where to find the last door painted with anti-evil eye symbols from the 1920s. Each is an invitation to knock and discover.
