Amore’s coworker said: “You must go to Castagneto Carducci. There are some doors there waiting for you.” And so we went.
As we were going in that direction as it was, in search of the castle that didn’t want us from yesterday’s post, I rooted for this hilltop town. My friend obliged. Then we went to another. And then, when she saw the third town off my list up in the clouds before us, she pulled the plug: “No, I’m not going up there.” Welcome to Tuscany.
With thanks to Luciano, who remembered our walk in Via Appia Antica in Rome and how he had to wait for me as I was shooting all those doors, here is the first half of the Castagneto Carducci doors. He was right, some are truly lovely, as is the view. See if you can see the heat.
Wow, some gorgeous shots and great doors. My door hidden by the potted plants is my favorite – there’s a lovely door at the end of the leading line of the pots. My eye was drawn to that one right away.
The shot of the cat hiding in the shade above the double gate is cute too. Amazing that it was able to get up there but, cats right? Wonderful post 🙂
The doors are beautiful. The cats might be wondering why you were taking their pictures. Life is all about them, you know. I love the large wooden gate.
Those are really gorgeous. I am fascinated with these photos of doors.. that one of the police station made me take a second look. That must be really cool.
Oh great, now I’ve got a sunburn! 😛
Yeah, I’m with Bestia, we can slip inside and cool off!
As featured, the 17 and 21 shot is EVERYTHING, and even seems a bit shady compared to most of these. The peak of green shutter, the colors, all warm with that gray door contrasting, bit of drying flower, vines… Love the lace detail in 21’s transom, too. That’s such an excellent photo. Just love it.
I like the cat behind bars, and sneaky sleepy kitty, too.
Who needs castles when you have all this?!?
Oh, Joey, I’m glad I chose correctly which photo to feature. Your reaction to it mirrors mine. You’re so right, private castles can go castle themselves.
I have deep respect for you going out in the blazing heat in quest of doors. I can just imagine with all that stone radiating heat, it felt like a furnace! You are truly dedicated to the quest!!
Like Joey, my nod goes to the trio of doors at 17-21. This is such an inviting scene … especially with the arched staircase. I’m picturing it’s cooler up there 🙂
I love every, single one of these, although the trio and the almost-covered door are marginally my favorites. As for the heat, I don’t have to imagine it, as it’s hot here today!
Am getting homesick for Italy here! And for the Mediterranean area in general – life there is so addicting (of course I never worked there, so it might change my mind then!) Love the third image of the wooden gate -very unusual!
Bestia’s attempts at entering the church reminded me of my granny’s sayings, “T’sé fortunà tame un can in t’la gesa”, “You’re as lucky as a dog in church” which is a bit ironic because that’s where it was nice and cool for your dog!
Anyhow, how could Carducci be born in such a nice place and still be so miserable in most of his poems I’ll never understand. What would have he done had he been born in, say, Zenica?
Bahhah. Do you know Zenica Blues by Sarajevo band “Zabranjeno pušenje” (=No Smoking)? They admitted stealing the idea, riffs and lyrics from Johnny Cash. It’s about the prison there. Thank you for the sentence in dialect. I won’t try to place it, Italy is long and varied. As for Carducci, I only heard of him after visiting this town, I don’t think he gets much PR in Slovenia. Especially since he is miserable, as you say. He should feel right at home in Slovenia then.
Those doors were certainly worth the trip, Manja. I love how the cats all posed for you. 😉
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Thank you, Jean! 🙂 Well, we had a dog with us… I guess they were a bit weary.
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Wow, some gorgeous shots and great doors. My door hidden by the potted plants is my favorite – there’s a lovely door at the end of the leading line of the pots. My eye was drawn to that one right away.
The shot of the cat hiding in the shade above the double gate is cute too. Amazing that it was able to get up there but, cats right? Wonderful post 🙂
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Thank you, Norm. 🙂 These were all shot by my subconscious. Just too hot. I was drawn to those pots too, and to the art above the door.
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Love the flowers and colours! Now I need a gelato!
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Hehe, thank you, Susi, that’s they right impulse. 😉
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The doors are beautiful. The cats might be wondering why you were taking their pictures. Life is all about them, you know. I love the large wooden gate.
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Thanks, Dan. They might also be wondering about the travelling dog. But he was in a survival, rather than predatory mode.
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La 2e est ma préférée.
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Merci, Mamie. 🙂 Yes, pretty.
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Wow, definitely worth the trip! The doors and windows are gorgeous.
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Thank you, Deborah. Oh yes, no doubt about being worth it, it was just a tad on the hot side.
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Those are really gorgeous. I am fascinated with these photos of doors.. that one of the police station made me take a second look. That must be really cool.
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Thank you, FrauM. 🙂 I’m glad for your reaction. Every Thursday plenty of doors over here.
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Oh great, now I’ve got a sunburn! 😛
Yeah, I’m with Bestia, we can slip inside and cool off!
As featured, the 17 and 21 shot is EVERYTHING, and even seems a bit shady compared to most of these. The peak of green shutter, the colors, all warm with that gray door contrasting, bit of drying flower, vines… Love the lace detail in 21’s transom, too. That’s such an excellent photo. Just love it.
I like the cat behind bars, and sneaky sleepy kitty, too.
Who needs castles when you have all this?!?
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Oh, Joey, I’m glad I chose correctly which photo to feature. Your reaction to it mirrors mine. You’re so right, private castles can go castle themselves.
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I have deep respect for you going out in the blazing heat in quest of doors. I can just imagine with all that stone radiating heat, it felt like a furnace! You are truly dedicated to the quest!!
Like Joey, my nod goes to the trio of doors at 17-21. This is such an inviting scene … especially with the arched staircase. I’m picturing it’s cooler up there 🙂
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That’s it, Joanne. Furnace! Up there can always be only hotter. 😉 I’m glad it’s inviting to you as well. Thank you!
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I love every, single one of these, although the trio and the almost-covered door are marginally my favorites. As for the heat, I don’t have to imagine it, as it’s hot here today!
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Thank you, Janet, I’m happy to hear that no door was in vain.
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Am getting homesick for Italy here! And for the Mediterranean area in general – life there is so addicting (of course I never worked there, so it might change my mind then!) Love the third image of the wooden gate -very unusual!
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Thank you, Jesh! Addicting is right! It’s one eternal holiday.
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Visitors say that about California too. but when I look at my life, I did my best “work” here!
How’s that for you?
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It all depends on what ‘work’ is. 🙂
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I love them all!
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Thank you, Dweezer! 🙂
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Lovely images. Makes me wonder where they lead to. Cheers!
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Thank you, Sidran. Really, including the first one of the police station? 😉
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That made me most curious!
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Bestia’s attempts at entering the church reminded me of my granny’s sayings, “T’sé fortunà tame un can in t’la gesa”, “You’re as lucky as a dog in church” which is a bit ironic because that’s where it was nice and cool for your dog!
Anyhow, how could Carducci be born in such a nice place and still be so miserable in most of his poems I’ll never understand. What would have he done had he been born in, say, Zenica?
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Bahhah. Do you know Zenica Blues by Sarajevo band “Zabranjeno pušenje” (=No Smoking)? They admitted stealing the idea, riffs and lyrics from Johnny Cash. It’s about the prison there. Thank you for the sentence in dialect. I won’t try to place it, Italy is long and varied. As for Carducci, I only heard of him after visiting this town, I don’t think he gets much PR in Slovenia. Especially since he is miserable, as you say. He should feel right at home in Slovenia then.
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No, never heard it… it does indeed sound very Johnny Cash-ish.
The dialect is North Piedmontese 🙂
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WOW! You always have the BEST doors!!!
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Thank you, Kevin. 🙂 What I love the most about this challenge is that we are in no competition. What’s best is that we are all together.
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that set of twin doors… horizontal groves, very plain, with a very large keyhole. I don’t know why, but it stopped me in my tracks.
Nice set of images!
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You mean the one with the splash of purple? Thank you, Maggie. I’m glad you got stopped and pulled in. 🙂 Welcome to my blog.
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Interesting door in that 2nd shot- acting as a window as well in that wall.
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Thanks, Dragon. I find it inspiring that you find enough interest in my blog to hop around my posts. 🙂
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I can feel the heat…but beautiful they are. Love those cats and dogs and pigeons making it all come alive.
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Thank you, Leya. Yes, heat is the small price to pay for Italy. 🙂
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Small? I have difficulties with heat…prefer about 20 degrees C.
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Oh yes, I much prefer this as well.
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Nice post
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Thank you.
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