Posts Tagged ‘Thursday doors’

Recently our older daughter and her husband visited us for a few days. It was the perfect time to get out of the city, so one day we headed for Sedona with a stop at Montezuma Castle.

In Sedona, Tlaquepaque is THE shopping area. Built to imitate a Mexican village, not a poverty-stricken one, I might add, it’s a lovely place, filled with beautiful flowers, sculptures, lovely tile, wonderful shops and restaurants…and of course, doors. It’s possible I shared this first pair of doors at some point in the past, but if so, who cares? They’re worth a second look. And it may take a second look to ascertain that they’re not exactly the same.

Did you spot the difference?

But wait! There’s more! (But no Ginsu knives if you buy now.)

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Besides beautiful old buildings and doors, Pasadena has classic gates. Let’s take a quick look.

“There are so many doors to open. I am impatient to begin.” –Charlie Gordan”― Daniel Keyes, Flowers for Algernon

“Either you enter the interesting gates and experience interesting things or you stand behind the gates and sit cowardly!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

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Philadelphia, city of brotherly love, is the location of our virtual doorscursion. Here in Arizona, I’m excited because we have visitors through the weekend, our older daughter and her husband. We are socially distancing and no hugging, but it’s fun to have company in our new house.

The houses/buildings with these doors aren’t new, but they and their surroundings have the details we all enjoy so much. So enjoy away and happy Thursday!

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Let’s skedaddle to Philadelphia for this week’s set of doors. Everyone wearing their masks? I picked out three I really liked, then realized that they’re all doubles and the first two are double doubles. They also have a great deal of stately gravitas. But what can you expect of a city founded in 1652 by the Quaker William Penn?

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I’m once again trolling the archives of last year’s visit to France for my Thursday Doors entry this week. I’m sad to say there will be no visit this year but I can’t imagine having to wear a mask for all the time it would take to get from the Phoenix airport to the Basel airport–with possibly two stops and all that time in the air! However, with the ease of virtual travel, we can zip over for a few quick stops.

First stop is a favorite spot–Luxeuil-les-Bains. Remember that les bains means the baths and this is one of the places in the area where you can get into hot water and have it be a good thing.

I do love shutters and a balcony filled with flowers. Since many doors open almost right into the street or sidewalk, it would be much nicer to sit up above the crowd.

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Since I’m unlikely to be visiting France this year, let’s take a look back at my visit last fall and a chapel not far from where my sister-in-law lives. It’s the Chapelle Sainte-Ursule (Esboz) which we drove past many days. But when we finally stopped, the door was locked.

I tried to look up information about it, but there didn’t seem to be any. The Encyclopaedia Britannica has this to say about St. Ursula:

Saint Ursula, (flourished 4th century, Rome; feast day October 21), legendary leader of 11 or 11,000 virgins reputedly martyred at Cologne, now in Germany, by the Huns, 4th-century nomadic invaders of southeastern Europe. The story is based on a 4th- or 5th-century inscription from St. Ursula’s Church, Cologne, stating that an ancient basilica had been restored on the site where some holy virgins were killed. Mentioned again in an 8th- or 9th-century sermon, the number of maidens increased to several thousand, reportedly martyred under the Roman emperor Maximian. In Jacobus de Voragine’s Legenda Aurea (1265–66; Golden Legend) Ursula is a British princess who went to Rome accompanied by 11,000 virgins and was killed with them by the Huns on the return from the pilgrimage. The discovery at Cologne in 1155 of an ancient Roman burial ground believed to contain these martyrs’ relics inspired additional legends. Ursula is the patron of the Order of St. Ursula (Ursulines), a congregation of nuns dedicated to educating girls. In the 1969 reform of the Roman Catholic church calendar her feast day was reduced to observances in certain localities.

Here’s a closer look at the door as well as the First World War monument remembering the children of Esboz-Brest “dead for France.” (The town hall building, which you can see at the link, looks similar to the chapel in style only larger.) You’ll find monuments to those who died in WWI and WWII all over France, a somber reminder of the past.

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We’re told to support local business, so why not local doors? This one is from a local coffee shop chain called Dutch Bros. Coffee. I thought perhaps the chain was local, but it’s not. I do like their sense of humor, though. I did support a local chain yesterday morning when I got a dark chocolate mocha at Coffee Rush. 🙂

This is as local as it gets: a partial view of the front door of our rental house and one of the three garage doors. The screen door has a sun screen, rather than a traditional screen, called a bug screen here. A three-car garage is highly desirable, as there are no basements, making storage space a problem. This door opens by hand and inside there are cabinets along the wall adjoining the house, so no car could be parked there. But lots of boxes, bikes, and more thankfully have taken up residence there! Many people use one or more garage spaces for storage and park vehicles outside. No basements here!

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Since most of us have been staying in a good deal of the time, I thought I’d share some doors from our house. The first are on a cherry china hutch that my husband had before we met. It houses his collection of Waterford crystal (Lismore pattern) as well as various crystal and glass items from my grandmother and great-aunt. Those copper cups? They’re for Moscow mules. 🙂

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Pasadena has many beautiful old homes and and the old part of downtown has its share of lovely buildings. I like cities where new businesses are found in old buildings, a sort of honoring of past and present together. Here are three of my favorite entryways in old town.

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This week we have more random French doors, but with a bit of a linguistic twist. The first is the door to a cave. No, not a door to a cave, but to a cave (cahv), French for cellar. Of course it is a bit like a cave, but a cave that houses wine sometimes or, in this case, a variety of spirits for the distillery above. In a very un-American way, there was an entire bottle of whisky with small glasses for tasting and no one there to be sure you didn’t have two samples! Quelle horreur!*

This is a wild boar door. 🙂 Sangliers can cause all sorts of destruction, despite how cute these look on the outside of this small hunting cabin. From experience I can testify that the meat when smoked is delicious!

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