I walked past these doors in Bruges and had to stop. Two black doors, side-by-side, but design worlds apart.
Doors – they really are interesting. 🙂
Amazing blogging friends
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Thursday Doors – two for one
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Great contrast and without even having to hunt for it. 🙂
janet
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Wow – these are both very interesting doors. What a treat to find them together. So, it’s not my imagination (is it) but you’re giving us a double shot today? You had me thinking I had gone to the wrong place earlier.
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LOL I had the black doors ‘scheduled’ to publish and forgot. I’m blaming it on all the hot air here in NH from the politicians, and I lost my concentration. Or, I guess you could just say I forgot. 🙂
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Hey – who doesn’t like a twofer?
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A fun contrast ! 🙂
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Great ones Judy and thanks for spoiling us today with a double shot of Thursday Doors 😀
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This would make you pause!
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I hope the occupants reflect the doors – one tall and slender, the other shorter and stocky.
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That would be interesting wouldn’t it. 🙂
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Very, very cool picture and what a unique neighborhood!
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Ah, BRUGE! Visiting there is the No. 1 item at the top of my bucket list. I look forward to more photos and stories of your visit.
Very cool doors, by the way! 😀
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Definitely keep that on your bucket list. I’d go back there in a minute. 🙂
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Lisa, I ran across this blog post from one of my readers and I think you’d enjoy her take on Bruges: http://gotthepostcard.com/2015/06/01/taste-of-bruges-sights
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Some of the best beauty is from the “olden days” – no federal or local regulations on where you can put a door and how high it must be and which direction it should swing open! They just used their heads and came up with solutions that were practical AND beautifully charming! – like these!
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