I have always loved wear and tear much more than novelty. Without time, without the elements, without the sun, the rain, the wind, and the humidity, these façades could never have been shaped—worn, faded, weathered, and bleached by the countless washings of passing days—so perfectly suited to awaken the imagination.
Who lived here, who passed through? What have these walls, these shutters seen? What generations have inhabited these walls? Which men and women? Which children?