For years I’ve watching the slow disintegration of the door of an abandoned house on rue de la Bouteillerie. Once in a while I take a picture of it, or of some part of it.

Yesterday I took a few pictures. Here’s the first one:

It wasn’t till I got home and took a look at the pictures, though, that I realized that some magic is taking place behind that door.

I wonder if very small people use those stairs?

Next time I pass I guess I’ll have to lie down on my stomach to get a better look.