That door has a history Virginia, you can just tell. and by the way, every time I click on you page and see your header photo, I desperately want coffee and pastry!!
Part of me wants to have these doors renovated, so that they don't rot, but then again, part of me admires the worn effect. So, what would you do, Virginia?
I am a former elementary school teacher, a full-time photographer, lover of all things French ( whose French is slowly improving), obsessive Paris traveler, enthusiastic church and community volunteer, and grandmother to 5 delightful grandchildren.
I fell in love with Paris in March 2007. It was as the French say, le coup de foudre : love at first sight. As a result of that trip, my photography took another direction. Since that time I have pursued a career of sorts in photography and dreamed of returning to the City of Light. November 2008 found me strolling the streets of Paris once again. My first visit I was so overwhelmed with the incredible beauty of the city, I photographed it as a "tourist". In 2008 I returned and I looked at the city with more of a photographer's eye. I wanted to capture the unique, the small details, and oh yes - the people! This blog was started as a photo diary of that trip, but I have been most fortunate to return to the city j'adore 15 times since. Each time I leave, I wipe a tear and start planning my list for the next trip. Paris may well be a moveable feast, but I think it's best savored in person! Someone told me that once you have been to Paris, you will leave a piece of your heart. I left mine right there, but I brought home some wonderful memories. It is my pleasure to share them with you.
17 comments:
Love the door....
Love the colour....
Love the city your found it in....
J´adore les portes bleues de Paris!
I love this theme, your picture is beautiful!
Léia
Paris rouge for Virginia--- Paris bleu pour moi. Love the doors, they have such character.
Beautiful patina.
True blue from you! Merci mille fois, Virginia! So much character and history - if only doors could talk!
I am speechless ...Wow!I agree with M...Blue is my color!
If only they could speak ..
The blues of Paris (and all of France) are exquisite with no shortage of shades. This well-worn door has/had a bit of aqua as a base color. Love it!
That door has a history Virginia, you can just tell. and by the way, every time I click on you page and see your header photo, I desperately want coffee and pastry!!
They could use some paint.
This is stunning, V! Don't you love the way doors (and women) are allowed to age gracefully in Paris?
Shabby chic works well in Paris...
Part of me wants to have these doors renovated, so that they don't rot, but then again, part of me admires the worn effect. So, what would you do, Virginia?
Jack, I am with you , I'm torn. In Paris i think I"d leave them. Here, my new/old apt. had awful peely doors and I painted!
You're talking my language again, V. Gorgeous. {Ha, my wv is derluve. I do have door love.}
I love it! I always want to open these doors and peek inside. :)
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