Deur

I was in search of love in thoese days, and I went full of curiosity and the faint, unrecognizes apprehension that here, at last, I should find that low door in the wall, which others, I knew, had found before me, which opened on an enclosed and enchanted garden, which was somewhere, not overlooked by any window, in the heart of that grey city.

Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited.