i open the door, and this is what i see.
i step outside.
i climb the stairs, and am greeted by the number one enemy of our country's flora (and agriculture); the iberia forest slug (brown slug, killer slug). not native, and therefore, no natural enemies. they're everywhere, and they eat everything.
further up the stairs, a more pleasant greeting.
and right across the narrow street - our sweet neighbour's house. which, admittedly, i would rather live in. (shh - don't tell my house. she's old and fragile i might just collapse (literally!) under the weight of such unfriendly utterings.)
i turn to my old and worn house, walk back down the stairs.
(that's a pretty weird shot, isn't it? if you didn't know there was a door, i mean.)
ah, yes. if you want to see how my city looks like from a mountain top (not the highest, though), go here.