My Journey — Doors

Last spring my husband and I visited Paris, Rome, and Florence. For two weeks I was in heaven. I had never seen anything like it — the history, the craftmanship, the food. I doubt I ever will again.

One of my favorite pastimes was to take photos of doors. They have the most WONDERFUL doors in the world over there. 

I thought from time to time I would share these with you. 

Open one and see where it leads!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

24 thoughts on “My Journey — Doors

    1. Oh, it was! And so many of these doors were like a story high! Magnificent. Even the simple doors evoked a time and place far from the moment. How many people walked through those doors? How many hundreds of years has those doors been there?

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    1. If my life were different I’d love to live there at least three months a year. I never got a chance to check out further than blocks around the hotel, but I know there would be thrills around every corner. Ahhhh … to wander aimlessly through time ….

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    1. Thank you! What’s fun about ~these~ doors is that I actually saw them and photographed them — not a professional photographer. I know some might be a little funky, but I could reach out and touch every single one of them.

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  1. I was fortunate to be able to go to Italy for almost 3 weeks back in 2003. In addition to doors, there were lots of lanterns boxes with brightly colored flowers everywhere we went. We were based in Orvieto, but also visited Rome, Grosseto, Spoletto and Siena. The landscapes were breathtaking and it was like going back in time. It was easy to drive around and English is spoken as a second language, so getting around and communicating was easy. And then there was the food . . . 😉

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    1. It sounds enchanting. And I love that word enchanting. I loved loved loved our trip to the three cities and would go back to Paris and Florence in a heartbeat. I laughed because I started with a door not far from our hotel, and it became a habit right after. And I agree with speaking English. The people, the workers, all knew enough English to help us any time we needed. I loved the people, too.

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