Today we continue where we stopped a month ago, in the middle of Etruscan Tarquinia amid its many doors.
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This just in: “This page definitely has all of the information I needed concerning this subject and didn’t know who to ask.” Ahh, thank you, my spam fan! And this was under my post entitled Friendly Friday future. I knew that I knew everything about the future!
Today’s post starts where the first Thursday Doors post from our trip to Tarquinia ended a month ago.
It’s just half an hour away or so and yet this was the first time I went to the town proper with my visiting uncle. On the map it looked so easy to get there, and yet Porta di Castello, Castle Doors, our meeting point with Flavia, proved inaccessible by car so we walked there. The doors from this walk you could see in my first post, and today I show you the part of Tarquinia from the viewpoint Belvedere della Ripa, a great sunset gazing point, to the church of St. Mary in the Castle.
As for the future, we are its architects. I tend to smirk at the word hope in connection to the various crises of today, but Susanne Fletcher does hers so beautifully in her poem Hope Escapes. (If the link doesn’t take you there directly, keep pressing Next button down below until you find it. It’s worth it.)
It’s all an equilibrium built on madness, this world of ours, as Vasco Rossi sings in one of his songs. Wait till the end of the gallery and you’ll see why I mention this now.
All well to you and mind your doors.
It’s a… door with geometry. 
Belvedere della Ripa with the view in the direction of my home. You can see at least two islands from here. 
The door behind the gate. 
The window door. 
Two door windows. 
The Castle Door is actually an arch. 
The view towards the church of Santa Maria di Castello. 
A fun pattern. 
My uncle is not so little. 
Jesus had a dog? 
The church, the tower and cloudless sky. 
A lovely place to rest. 
Pretty and ancient. 
Taken while sitting down. 
A bird party. 
Getting hungry and thirsty. 
Not much touched lately. 
On return. 
A modern addition. 
A ghost door window. 
Permanent exhibition, free entry. 
“It’s all an equilibrium built on madness.” Tarquinia knows.
Manja Mexi Mexcessive (closed) 
That geometry door is great, and I am SO glad to know about Jesus’ dog!! ha ha. Your photo of the bird party is very cool; shot upward, and blocking the sun, and minimal colours.
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Correct, Crystal, I needed the tower to block the sun. 😀 It was still a really hot summer day. Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed our walk.
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The textured weathering peeled paint/stain on the featured door is both lovely and at the same time sad.
It really looks like there is lots to explore here. I love all of the old stone and the rich colour of that beautiful blue sky.
Excellent collection 🙂
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Thank you, Norm. There are SO many more towns to visit around here. Yesterday Flavia and I were in Farnese which was not even on my list, and it’s amazing, a bit similar to Pitigliano. There will be doors. 🙂
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Just can’t imagine how many walked that path and through those doors
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Right, Alice. This is often on my mind here in Italy. It’s such an old country. Thank you!
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You live in a door-rich world! I would probably injury myself taking photos because I’d be constantly looking up instead of at the obstacles and cobbles underfoot. I love the bird party and the photo you took sitting – the colour contrasts are wonderful! And many thanks for linking to my poem. Bloggers are the best!
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You’re most welcome, Susanne. 🙂 There is an entire story to it. How I was eating lunch by myself, browsing my bookmarks on the phone for something just right to read, and set my eyes on your “Hope”. Just what was needed. Thank you.
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What a wonderful post, Manja.
There must a door out of this.
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Ahh, that’s a fine thought, Bojana, thank you. 🙂 I’m going to think this at each door I pass from now on. Is this the one?
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When you find a door out, we’ll all give you a shout-out. That’s a promise.
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I so loved my door walkabout Manja 🙂 yes Jesus’s dog….I think it’s name was Forth as Jesus was always saying “Come Forth” lol
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Hhahha, good one. I’ll remember that. Thanks, Bushboy.
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History can also be pretty, sometimes
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Generally, history is prettier than modern times, don’t you think, SMSW? Probably not, you’re a fan of modern architecture, at least bigger than I am. 😉
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History has been cruel, though maybe the buildings were prettier!
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Love that view!
janet
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Thank you, Janet. It makes you feel very Etruscan. 😀
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Some goodies in here today, Manja! I loved the patterned door, the tower with birds flying around it, and the old wood door that is peeling. Hope you are doing well!
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Thank you, Lexi, I am, hope the same for you. Yesterday I was on a visit to a farm with 300 sheep, and many horses, dogs, cats, goats and chickens. That surely instils some life into you.
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Truly fabulous selection
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Thank you, Sheree, good to see you around. Hope you’re well.
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I am thank you. I’ve been MIA because your posts, despite still being a follower, no longer appear in my timeline. You’re unfortunately nit the only one! WP Happiness Engineers have been unable to resolve the issue.
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Ahh, this is unfortunate! I haven’t been told this by anybody else. I can think of no reason for it either. Although truth be told I post very rarely these days.
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I have found fellow suffers
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Fellow suffers?
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Ooops, that should be fellow sufferers.
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Oh, right. I found your comment in spam and was confused. 😀
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“Jesus had a dog?” made me spit my tea. After I cleaned up a bit, I enjoyed the rest of my tea and your doors 😉
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Hhahhah. I’m glad for that, Joey. I know Pilate had a dog, because these are the lyrics of the Pearl Jam song Pilate: “Like Pilate, I have a dog. (Obeys, listens, kisses, loves)” And I’m glad you came over, truly. At least we can do it this way. I hope all is good with you and your family.
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