I think it was the second to last day that I told Martin I should be photographing all these fabulous doors in France. By that time, we were basically heading back to Toulouse and packing up to go home. I had missed my opportunity.
Looking through all my photographs I found that I did take some pictures of doors. This one belongs to the only quilt shop in Toulouse. It was quaint.
I was enamored with the doors, shutters and everything else that provided entry into the buildings in the part of France we visited.
This was a door inside a castle. Basic brown, but it's spectacular.
This one is part of a church. Nothing plain about it.
Cemetery sepulchre. Check.
Isn't that color fabulous?
It's only a back door, but so much style. Tiny nails everywhere. Next time we go back to France, I am spending a whole day photographing doors. Promise.