In San Miguel de Allende, the doors aren't just doors. They are portals. Wreathed by hot-pink bougainvillea, adorned with delicate ironwork, they are entrances plucked from a fairytale. Facades that mark the passage between one world and the next.
We are waiting on the Calle del Dr Ignacio Hernandez Macias in front of Casa No Name, an 18th-century mansion, originally built by a bishop, that became the house of Deborah Turbeville. A dark-haired woman ushers us in and instantly I'm inside one of the American photographer's legendary images. Moorish arches
