Showing posts with label doors in Paris. Show all posts
Showing posts with label doors in Paris. Show all posts

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Rue de Lyon - les details


the door


Typical of many Paris doors from the 19th century, the details of the stone architecture are unique in design and frame beautifully the well-preserved heavy doors.  The cart belongs to the postman (le facteur) to transport the mail as s/he walks the neighborhood.  The ornamental wrought iron piece at the foot of a door is called a "chasse-roue" and was a practical implement to protect the door or gate from the carriage wheels.  You will see them all over Paris, some of wrought iron as seen here, and others of stone.  It would be interesting to photograph a collection of the different designs.



Rue de Lyon
75012, Paris

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Église Saint-Quiriace - la porte rouge


Église Saint-Quiriace


The setting for this Twelfth Century church
 is rich with history. 


We watched as she entered the red doors on gloomy day.  
You can catch just a brief glimpse of her blue robes in the puddle.




bon dimanche


Église Saint-Quiriace
Place Saint-Quiriace
77160, Provins

Thursday, February 21, 2013

Boulevard Haussmann - l'architecture


La grande porte


This grand entrance can be seen from a block away with its imposing doors, ornate carvings, and grill-work.  The courtyard drive entrance could have been a film set and I expected to see a large black car exiting past those archway columns.  It reminded me a bit of the scene in les Intouchables in which a car was parked in the "no parking" zone, blocking the entrance.  Omar Sy should appear at any moment.



Paris architecture
134, boulevard Haussmann
75008, Paris


Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Paris Bleu




This post is for all of my readers who love the blue doors of Paris. There is an abundance of bleu in all shades and tints in the streets of Paris.

May your skies be as blue today as this door in the Marais.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Toc! Toc!


Toc! Toc! Qui est-là?

The massive doors of Paris, closed to the outsider, the stranger. present a mystery. Without a key or a secret code for entry, the stories inside remain hidden.

While walking the streets, camera at the ready, I got very close to the dark wooden door to photograph the ornate hardware. On about the third click of the camera, the door opened inward suddenly... I do not know who gasped first, but I almost fell on him and he nearly stepped into me. I quickly withdrew and then we both laughed at the surprise. (Whew)