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Have you ever thought much about a door? You go in, you go out. You open it, you close it.
And if you’re ME and you REMEMBER, you SOMETIMES lock it.
It may swing in or out, slide or sometimes fold. If it’s on a cabinet it could swing up…..
Or pull out…
Ok, nice but Ho-Hum. They’re doors. UpDownInOut. What’s the big deal, right?
Well if you’re doing a major remodel or building a new home, doors are going to be among the hundreds of decisions you have to make.
Walk into a room and you might open a hollow core door (yuck, I hope not! Unless you’re ripping it off its hinges and making a desk or a shelf out of it)
solid core door (better, but it depends what kind, cuz these kinda make me queasy)
Front doors that welcome you home with a glass of bubbly
or drive you away (although I kinda wanna take this one home and give it a hot meal)…
and some do both at the same time like this one:
patio doors, barn doors…
Then there are Ozzy Osbourne’s barn doors as featured in Architectural Digest…
and pocket doors that slide…
But have you ever thought of a door as an adventure? A door that opens onto a whole new world like Alice in Wonderland falling down a rabbit hole and ending up in an alternative universe?!
That’s how I think about doors. You could call me Alice, but I won’t answer. But that’s getting me off track.
Recently, I had the great good fortune to be able to spend 2 weeks in France. Half of my time was spent in Normandy visiting the D-Day landing beaches, memorials and museums. I’d never been there before so found accommodation online at www.HomeAway.co.uk. I had no interest in staying in a hotel. When I travel to foreign destinations, I always prefer to stay in a cottage, villa, apartment or house which shows me a snippet of life in that city that I would never experience if I was a hotel guest. It means I get to experience buying groceries from small shops and stalls in another language, which is an adventure in and of itself!
I’ve usually been lucky with the accommodation and this was no exception. I was thrilled to arrive in a taxi which pulled up outside a tiny, 17th century, Norman house painted a lovely pale blue, in an impossibly picturesque cobble stone street that turned out to be within a stone’s throw of at least 20 restaurants and a boulangerie selling fresh baked croissants next door! I felt like Alice discovering Wonderland in France!
A holiday home is called a “gite” in French (pronounced Jeeeeeeeet). The door to this gite was going to be a big adventure and I knocked on it, hoping that the pre-arranged appointment with Monsieur Hamot (pronounced Am-OH) who was scheduled to meet me there to hand-off the key was actually going to happen. My heart thumped as I waited for the door to open…what were the chances that the inside could possibly be as adorable as the outside…
Now, being a designer, I could do without the plastic table cloth, but look at that stone wall! Look at the winding stairs! Let’s go up…
Wow! Are you KIDDING ME? Awesomeness en Français!
But little did I suspect, a whole dream world of doors leading to magical places were waiting for me in Normandy!
Next time, the Doors of Rouen and some treasures that lay within….
What’s been your greatest door adventure? Share, s’il vous plait!
A Bientôt (see you soon!)