Greetings all, it’s time for more Thursday Doors. I have to start by telling you it’s not easy being a door aficionado. When I was taking this picture I heard a male voice shouting with laughter, saying “- photo la porte!” Which since we were in Quebec, Canada translates into something like, “Look at that crazy woman taking a picture of a door!” I know, I know, but while some may mock, I now have a picture of this lovely and dignified old door which, by the way, refuses to be diminished by the tacky graffiti in its personal space.
Quebec was packed with interesting doors. This pretty green specimen is the entryway to two apartments #33 and #35. It’s a well-tended doorway in an upscale neighborhood and, speaking of green, no doubt the rent here is astronomical. We looked into real estate prices in Quebec and they were pretty steep. From what we were told, the closer you get to the Saint Lawrence river the larger the dollar sign$.
This door was the side entrance to a very old church. The church itself wasn’t much to look at, but it did have this one redeeming feature. Wait, I’ve just noticed there’s no doorknob. That’s odd . . .
Look, is this an attractive and sophisticated Quebecer entering the front door of her charming home? I so wanted to see the inside of this residence because the street is on an extreme angle. Hopefully, the floor doesn’t follow suit. Another concern, they get a lot of snow here. While this would be a fun place to go sledding, I can’t imagine trying to get your car up and down it every day.
We spent one afternoon touring a fort called the Citadel, in Old town. This battered door led to . . . the potty, circa 1850. Battalions of soldiers lived in this underground bunker and believe me it did not look cozy. the bathroom was certainly not a place I’d want to linger.
And the windows were covered by ill-fitting shutters like this one which wouldn’t do much to keep the cold out. There was a good-sized brick oven/heater in there but Quebec gets really cold in the winter (6 – 14 degrees Fahrenheit in December and January). Brrr.
Is this the entrance to a secret garden, or just a garage? I’m going with the first guess, especially since it has a door within a door and the secret garden idea is more fun. It looks like this entryway hasn’t been used in a while, probably because the owner couldn’t bear to disturb the beautiful leaves growing in front of it. We visited Quebec in October, which as it turns out, was good timing. The leaves were changing and I frequently had to gasp at the beauty around us.
This home was also in the high rent district, not far from the Citadel. I loved the fun blue doors and matching window frames, and even on a rainy day like this, there must be lots of natural light inside due to all the windows. The only thing I can’t figure out is the short door on the left. Was the street previously lower? Does a person of small stature live in the basement? Sometimes I wish I was brave enough to knock on some of these doors and ask.
Well, I can certainly knock on this door. It’s mine. While it was fun to visit this spectacular city, it’s always nice to walk through my own front door again. While it’s not ancient or exotic, sparkly or shiny, and I doubt anyone will stop in their tracks to take a picture of it, it’s my favorite – because it’s home.
For More fun doors, see Norm’s Thursday Doors at Norm 2.0.