How many senses there are to the word “threshold”!
I’m starting off with a genkan, a kind of no-man’s-land space between the street and a house in Japan. This threshold figuratively marks the difference between inside (no shoes) and outside (shoes).
The next threshold opens from outside gardens to an inner garden, intended to be private for the household. The Lord and Lady of the Manor graciously beckon to us to enter. Their pose is modeled on the affable gesture of the Duke of Berry in a 15th century Book of Hours illuminated by the Limbourg brothers. Approche! Approche! waves the Duke on the illuminated page. Come! Come! we — er, they — are inviting you.
And last in this series, another literal threshold. This one, though, is so small you’d be hard put to get over it and into the little patisserie beyond unless, like Alice in Wonderland, you had access to a marvelous shrinking mushroom, or something like that. This is a model from the Mini Time Machine, a Museum of Miniatures in Tucson, Arizona, a marvelous place for anyone who remembers from childhood how enchanting miniatures can be.