Today we return to Piran in Slovenia to have a look at some doors that may or may not come with people attached.
First, one image with no people. Not yet. Imagine all the various doors in these tight little streets.
And now a slow progression through pairs of doors with and without human company until we reach the pinnacle: the Local. Click on the first photo to follow the story in the gallery.
I don’t think many people have passed here recently.
If not humans, at least one bestia.
Left half.
Right half. Yes, I think this is one and the same scooter.
Humans in the architecture!
The building in full. I’m curious about the story of this place.
Finally, one live human. But she is running away.
Just a door in the wall.
Just a door in the wall and one struggling human.
In search of the right way up with mom. Two chronically disoriented people.
Is that it? Or another deadend?
Touristic hidden spot chase: “Good job, you have revealed one of many hidden spots.”
Information centre Mediadom in the middle of Piran is not very hidden, says amore. We have yet to enter though. I hear there is a great historic presentation on display.
A more hidden spot: one in the myriad of Piran churches.
A photo exhibition in Minorite Monastery depicting traditional customs.
The entrance to the monastery.
The entrance to the monastery personalised.
42 is the answer to “Which one is the best looking door in this post?”
Busted! But what can I do? Not holler: “Nice door, mister!”
Photo: © signature mmm
The Mexi Movie II. (closed) 
Beautiful photos!
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Thank you, Haley. Welcome to my blog!
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Lovely collection of doors, Manja, but I’m sticking with the meandering stone path in the fist photo. I would love to walk there.
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Thank you, Dan. I wish you would, that we all would together. Imagine a nice little door-lover conference here.
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Always such lovely doors. I agree with Dan.
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Thank you, Cheryl. See what I replied to him – a paradise setting for a door-lovers’ conference. 🙂
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These are all great doors. It’s so long ago that I went to Piran that I wasn’t in the habit of photographing doors. It was in the days of 24 or 36-frame films and you had to pay for every print! 😉
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Ohhh, Helen, this is one of the best examples of progress being not so bad after all. 🙂 I hope you return! Thank you!
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Missed the doors 🚪 😂 we’ll be gone but the doors still be there…:))
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Well, well, RayNot is back! Great to see you! Just very recently I went to your blog to see if there is any news. And you’re so right: doors will outlive us all and tell the story of crazy people taking their photos.
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The 2nd photo fooled me. At first I thought it was a white stripe painted through the door and up the building. It took me a second to realize it was a band of sunlight.
However my favourite is the building with the blue doors, shutters, and women’s heads over the 2nd floor windows. I agree that there has to be a story to that building.
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Thank you, Joanne. If I was a good girl blogger, I would investigate, wouldn’t I…
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hehehe! I know the feeling … sometimes I’m just happy to live with the mystery 🙂
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Ah, Piran: the patron saint of Cornwall. You did tell me a good long time ago.
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Heheh, Ellen, I did, didn’t I. I probably told you about Tamar too. Here’s to us switching places for a while and see for ourselves what is what. But not at the same time! I wish to see you too! 🙂
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I don’t think you did mention Tamar. Is it also a river?
At the moment, I’m staying put but if you’re over this way I’ll put the kettle on.
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Just reading your piece of lasagna. “Tamar” is the name of a picture-postcard valley under the Alps in Slovenia, especially pretty in the snow. But a tamar is also a word denoting a place where animals are kept, like a pen.
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I love the narrow, twisted streets. I want to go there! The doors are lovely.
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Oh, yes, Charlotte, come! And then I’ll come to New Orleans. YEahh!!! Imagine the doors there!
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Hi MMM,
What am I to make of all these doors? What is a “door challenge”? For me, it is imagining what is going on behind the doors. That is what interests me. Also the history of the doors. Who has gone in and out of the doors? Some were bad, and others good. Some might have been killers, while others were lovers. Old people, young, the sick and the dying, the happy and the sad, on and on it goes, but always we are led back to a door. Janus…did you know the Bangladeshis bury placenta in front of doorsteps? I was trying to get a sales contract with a Parisian cosmetics maker. The idea was they would buy the placenta from certain select Bangladeshi families. Some of those firms used to use placenta in their products. Don’t know if that is still true or not. People thought I was nuts, but it seemed better than letting families starve to death. Anyway, nice photos. Thanks. Duke
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Thank you, Duke, for what might be the most atypical Thursday Doors comment. This is how it is: we all make of doors exactly what we wish. Some investigate their history, some study their craftsmanship, some knock on them and run (well… not me!), but we all in some way acknowledge that they have been here much longer than we have and have seen plenty. Placenta, now that is another matter. I don’t go around enough to have an opinion on that. Be as it may – every Thursday there have been doors and will continue to do so. The least we can do, frankly. Always good to see you around.
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That’s a beautiful collection, not only of doors, but of the things around them.
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Thank you, I. J. Yes, I usually prefer to capture the entire scene surrounding a door, not just the door as such, even though sometimes the door is the only interesting item.
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And then, after reading MMM’s post, she scurried through the door to the WWW and searched for the meaning of the word “Minorite” knowing it was probably not a derivative of Marmite. Lo! The Book of St. Wikipedia revealed the truth. Praise be!
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Hahha, Susanne, sometimes I assume wrongly. I assumed that the entire (Christian) world knew this word but when I asked amore, he was looking at me strangely. As if ‘little friars’ or what is the synonym sounds any more logical. 😀 To me, this kind of vocabulary is a bit of a black hole. I didn’t even know where the Pope has his summer residence or I’d nail the 10th, all-important, “Who Wants to Be a Millionaire question” and who knows where I’d be now. (Really. On national TV.) Damn Castel Gandolfo.
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The Pope has a summer home? You’re miles ahead of me!
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Hahha. Which only means that he must have also a winter chalet.
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What a delightful walk! I’d really love to see a door with a person attached, though. 🙂 Happy Thursday.
janet
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Hihih, Janet, that was not the greatest word selection, was it. Thank you!
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🙂 Just funny.
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Did you have to get up really early to get a shot of the alleyway without people? Love those staircase pics – they’re not too straight but that makes them more interesting.
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Jan, I had a look, the photo was taken at 4.30 pm, in July! So I guess these streets don’t get very crowded at all times in the summer. More people are on the waterfront. There are so many little streets and stairs that you can easily find peace and quiet. Not straight is right.
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Lovely doors as always. The colour of the first blue ones really pops.
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Thank you, Norm. That one seems newly painted. Not all are.
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My favorite view of all these beautiful ones is the first one, Manja! It also reminds me of all the climbing one does in the Mediterranean streets:) And you’re not afraid of cobwebs!
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That’s true, Jesh, climbing is what you do there. Good exercise, but a bit hot for it in the summer. Thank you!
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I know, what you mean when I am in one of these Mediterranean countries, I often think why we didn’t go earlier in the year when it’s cooler, because I’m not one for laying on the beach anyway!
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Great doors with so much character!
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Thank you, Candy! 🙂
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That reminds me of my beloved Rovinj. I especially loved the house with blue shades and doors. I would love living in one like that 🙂
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Oh yes, Mex, Rovinj is just down the road from Piran as it were. Well, 80 km and another country. I haven’t been there with my camera yet… Good idea. Thanks!
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Hehe, 80 km and another country – this is why I love Europe! A new country every couple of hundreds km 😆😆 Rovinj is such an enchanting town, totally recommend (bc I am in love with that place).
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Hey, I see cobwebs on one of them doors! I’ve started a fashion, I’m a trend setter!
Jokes aside, hello Piran! 🙂
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Hello, Fabrizio! I took these in July but yes, I thought of your last week’s photo when I saw the cobwebs. Any doors where you’re at?
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Not much I’m afraid! 🙂
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Wasn’t 42 also the answer to what is the meaning of life? 😉 Maybe it’s behind that door
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Yes, SMSW, this is what I was thinking. 😉
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