Thursday Doors, June 16

I spent three days in my hometown, Ljubljana. In fact, I’m just finishing the last piece of dad’s blueberry strudel. Yum.

When on a stroll around the house of my parents where I grew up (the story is here), I realised only when it was ending that I’d been shooting doors again. Too. Subconsciously. Here they are. The last is my parents’ entryway from the outside.

This was Bežigrad in the north of Ljubljana, the ones below were taken in the centre. It surprised me a little to realise how much I love this city. More information in the captions. And welcome to have a look for yourselves one day.

Trubarjeva Street

Greek shop on Trubarjeva

Resljeva Street

Ljubljana Market

Opposite Puppet Theatre

Castle Funicular. One of the things thirty years ago nobody would have believed you would exist one day.

“In order for everybody in the Parsonage to feel like at home, please wipe your shoes well and leave your bicycles outside.”

The askew house (not, just my shooting skills).

Old Town

Old Town shop. “Le Potica” is very curious. Potica is Slovenian national cake pie thing, “Le” means “only”. OHH, right! Read it together, and you get “Lepotica”, or “a beauty”.

A case of has been.

Gallusovo nabrežje

Karantanija book shop and a curious little door.

By the banks of Ljubljanica river: more askew houses and a rock’n’roll vinyl shop.

Photo: a © signature mmm production

For Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors challenge.