I know I’ve posted about doors before (see Abandon Hope) and how important I think they are. I am an unashamed lover of entrances, which is a tricky thing to say with a straight face. What that says about me is anyone’s guess.
On my trip to France in June, I was again struck by so many different entrances, from old gateways in stone walls to finely-wrought metal doors in Art Deco buildings. And that’s what a good doorway should do – make you look at it. Because it is telling you that here is a boundary, one that you are either invited to cross or told to not even think about it.
So I thought I’d share some images of entrances that caught my eye. I hope they evoke some thoughts of your own. As the British TV presenter Loyd Grossman and his peculiar vowel sounds used to ask in a hokey game show, “I wonder who lives here?” That’s what I always ask myself, too.
Fabulous photos! Thank you. There is something eternally intriguing about doorways …
If windows are the eyes to the soul, then what are doorways?
Ha! What a great thought! Perhaps the mouthpiece of the soul? Glad you liked the photos – I enjoyed seeing all the differences and wondering what precisely had drawn me to them. As I get older, I am definitely impatient when a building doesn’t have a clearly defined entrance – it seems such a pointless trick to hide one.