Portes que J’Adore

Tucked away in a corner of Burgundy is a hilltop village with a single lane road that leads up, up, up the hill to a magnificent church.  As you climb the hill, you pass dozens of doors, each more interesting than the last.  At the bottom of the hill there is a large cluster of these white studded doors~

Little doors, big doors, matching doors, one for the car and one for the people~

The wonderful thing about photography in winter is that one is not distracted by foliage.  This door is surrounded by magnificent lavender bushes and vines or wisteria above; I’ll be back in summer to show you a prettier shot, but here of course the door is mis en valeur~

The colors are all uniform, and I may have to call the mairie to ask if it is regulated.  What is this elusive French blue?  Whatever it is, it works, with the stone and the moss, and it gives a beautiful continuity to the village, even in the dull winter light….

My favorite door was this one.  See the the detail on the door- arrows, geometry and diamonds, as well as the color….and the little enamel pitcher at right, and the basket vase at left?

If you are like me, after quickly taking in all of that your eye goes to the little chalkboard sign at the corner of the door:  “In case of absence (cell #) Please do not let the cats in at night.”

So casual and pretty…so French.  I’ll be back in the summer to wipe that leaf off the sign and re-photograph, as well as re-shoot the village in the full bloom of summer, which will be magnificent.

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This post is another small tease for what is to come Friday….like this? You’ll love what I have to tell you Friday!!