As our daily walks lead us around the streets of this ol' town, we are fascinated by the doors and the detail. The large door knockers, the wrought iron fashioned into beautiful security, and and the age is so interesting. I'm not sure anyone pays that much attention to their doors back home.
The wood is carved with such complexity and it is only a door.
People just don't do this now days.
I am glad the children get to see this, as it is a reflection of a time gone by.
Is the lions head a sign, beware, keep out?
Or just a regal ornament that the owner of the time liked.
These are our favourite the little hand-knocker.
These must have been the rage at one time as they are everywhere in various states of ageing.
i could show a whole post on these, the variety of colours & sizes.
"There's another on of those hand knockers, Mum," the kids say.
Can't even imagine how old #30 is here.
Here at #20 the front is warn away from hundreds of people pushing it open.
Church doors are the biggest and the best.
They have the gothic, chunky bolts and angels and gargoyles to watch you enter.
Talk about a security system. Nothing like Catholic guilt to make people do the right thing.
This door greets you with flowers every time you return. Sweet.
Some one even left a note... of love, perhaps?
Off to follow some more bliss...
sparkle & twirl*