We continue our door tour of Vitorchiano, a little town near Viterbo. This is part four of its doors in four minutes, and the end is not yet in sight.
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Today we step up the game. The time spent: four minutes. But see for yourselves: the town is stepping up its door game too.
The light is going, the shadows are deepening, the colours are disappearing – and yet!
Just as I think to let go of my camera for a bit – bam, there comes a red one. And that dilapidated one! And a double door! And a triangular one. And the Frankenstein one. And one at the top of the flowery stairs.
No time to hide, no wish to run, just click and breathe.
Before the four minutes start, a little glimpse into the present.
- Tomorrow is full moon. I’m about to embark on the practice which I used to do for at least five years when I was in my thirties, and I think it will hit the spot again: I’m going to fast for 24 hours every full moon and every “empty” moon each month. Yeah!
- No matter that I could go anywhere, I don’t. Once to the beach, once to the closest town on the hill, once to the lagoon, a few times to buy the groceries, once to the vet (just vaccination). I’m waiting for my sister to come and get me and take me to Slovenia in two weeks. Slovenia is nice. Tuscany is nice. But the best thing is that I can travel between the two and switch them up.
- The biggest change around here is that amore got the company car and is driving himself to work now instead of taking the train. This means that he can sleep ONE HOUR longer and is home almost TWO HOURS earlier than usual. How about that?
- Today I spent snickering and giggling and laughing out loud while watching Slovenian stand-up comics roasting each other online. Oh man… Exactly what the doctor ordered. Forget the news, at least for a day, and get a good dose of laughter. The best medicine.
And now ready, steady, doors! Welcome!
Cinematic shadows. 
Grown around. 
As we have learned, presepe means nativity scene. This was in January. 
Bricks in the wall. 
Old, crooked, chatty. 
To call it “Frankenstein door” is a bit mean. 
Up, down, all around. 
Not full. 
Well-planted. 
Chained in the shadows. 
Here we go go go. 
How kind. They have holes to breathe. 
The curtains, and the jar, and… oh! 
My ears wiggled when I saw the one on the right. 
Look at that! 
Well lived. 
A potty one for good night. 
Imagine that I live here and you visit. 
One last view for today. Stay in flowers.
Manja Mexi Mexcessive (closed) 
An eclectic mix of fancy and well-maintained along with lots of old, used & abused. The shot with #34 & #32 provided my favourite doors of the bunch and the one image of the flower pots on the stairs is just so welcoming that it wins the week on charm alone.
Bravo, great post.
Congrats on the company car and on being able to travel again. You must be getting excited about that 🙂
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Thank you, Norm. I’m really excited to go to Slovenia again, that’s for sure, and hug my people. I agree on the winner of the week. 🙂 And I’m glad that I chose to feature your favourite.
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What a beautiful door series!
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Thank you, Amy! This town was one neverending door avenue.
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💖💗
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So lovely!
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An utterly awesome collection of doors. My ears, and pretty much everything else wiggled with that door at number 61.
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Oh yes, Scooj, that one is sooo amazing and out of line. In Slovenian when our ears wiggle we say, translated: “I scissored with my ears” I know, it makes no sense, but this is what I do when I see a door like this. 😀
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I would visit you every day so I could smile at all those flowers. I will share watering duties with you, too. 😀
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Haha, how mighty kind, Lois. I’d be baking then. 😀 Thank you!
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Fabulous doors as usual Manja 🙂
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Thank you, Bushboy. This town was a door mecca for sure.
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After so many years living here,it would be ad adjustment having to walk them every day, but it would greatly help to have flowerpots on each side:):) Happy for you that you encountered so many doors! Wish I had a sister like yours:)
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Thank you, Junieper! 🙂 I always seem to meet them. Must be because I’m looking out for them. 😉
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Wonderful news, Manja. I’m still not sure whether to go to Serbia this summer. Still waiting…
Great pics too. I love the fairy tale one (grown around).
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Thank you, Bojana. I don’t suppose you’ll drive to Serbia, right? But if you ever do, drop by. 🙂 I’ll be in Slovenia till August.
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If I do, I fly. But I don’t know. It’s still scary.
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Totally fabulous! You really spoiled us this week.
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Thank you, Sheree. 🙂 I’m glad to hear this!
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Love ‘em! “No time to hide, no wish to run, just click and breathe. “….yes!
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Thank you, Sue! That’s the way! 😉
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It is!
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Oh, I love the pots of flowers on the stairs. And what a wonderful assortment of doors! (K)
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Thank you, K. Isn’t this such a calming and cheerful sight? Italy is so good at these.
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Yes. It wouldn’t work at all the same here.
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I was curious to see what a Frankenstein door would look like – and you didn’t disappoint 😀 What a great description!
I love, love, love the staircase with all the pots of flowers. This is a winning entrance!
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Thank you, Joanne. To tell you the truth, by Frankenstein door I first meant #61, but then I realised that #45 is an even better candidate. 😀
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Too funny! Sometimes I see what I want to see 😆
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