Toilets: There's a scene in one of the Tarantino movies - was it a Mexican setting one with Banderas and the delightful Salma Hayek? - where the disgusting can is the route into another area via a moving wall? (Desesperados?)
But this is all about Fake News: we are really chatting about the entrance to a block of apartmemts from hell. Which in turn could be further Fake News, because here in Mallorca, lots of exteriors look really dowdy but, get past the closed doors, and you are into beautiful courtyards! The Moorish influence remains strong here, so why wouldn't Morocco, souce of much of said influence, be exactly the same?
Secret courts, secret lives and loves, secrets that would fill novels; pleasure gardens of the mind and for ever just that invitation out of reach.
Much of life seems lived with the nose pressed always against the outside of the windows.
;-(
Rob