Curtains are washed and ironed, flowers just watered, the bike wheels are still hot after the ride to the bakery. Inside the coffee is almost ready, the fresh pastries are put on an old plate, the house's best china, black and gold, is on the table.
The house is ready for a party, and I've been invited.
But why, the door is locked?
Do you keep your heart door open for invited guests?
I passed this house at Røros last week and couldn't resist a photo. Only when I came home and downloaded the photo did I see the special locker on the door.
