We were thinking about buying some French doors until we found out how much they cost. Not a chateau in the Loire Valley, mind you, or a flat in mid-town Paris, but a set of doors.
Well, we’re from the Portland neighborhood in the West End of Louisville, and that means we make do with what we have, if at all possible (and sometimes if it’s not quite possible). So no French doors.
ANYWAY, the joy of the trip was the stroll through the wonderland of unhoused doors. It was like one of those trippy scenes from a Disney cartoon, only doors instead of pink elephants.
Naturally, I slowed our progress by taking pictures.
The person who helped us was really nice, and the price wasn’t out of line; it was just a lot.
Besides, on the way home, Charlie remembered that we already have French doors dividing my office from the bedroom! So he’s going to use those. That’s how we roll in Portland.
Thursday Doors is how we roll under the tutelage of Norm Frampton, photographer extraordinaire. Visit his site, enjoy his wonderful photos, follow his directions, and enter a world of doors.
A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: Write about moving something from here to there.