In Paris the doors lead to courtyards, quiet passages, an entrée into another world.
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This is Notre Dame's door
This one could use a bit of paint
This little mademoiselle looked curious
A true royal blue
Trendification in the Marais
Another in the Marais
So no politics just doors
Cara - Tuesday
I'll take a door, in, out, or in my face, over politics any of these days. Lovely works!
ReplyDeleteThanks EvKa...these doors have withstood time and centuries gives me hope
ReplyDeleteThese are beautiful doors. A friend who went to Tuscany took photos of lovely doors, too. There is something quite special about them, in addition to the artistry.
ReplyDeleteI also have a thing for doors! And yes, they are female.
ReplyDeleteI gave EvKa far more than adequate time to jump in--or walk through into--here, so here goes:
ReplyDeleteCara, your post is simply ADOORable.
I can say with complete candoor that I bow before the Commodoor of the doorble entendre.
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