Doors Of Paris

No, no. Not Dior.


It’s been a while since we visited Paris together so let’s take a little stroll and admire some of her doors. Did you really think I would spend a day in Paris and not capture some of her magnificent doorways?

It’s hard walking through a door mecca like Paris with someone who doesn’t appreciate her finer details. After the first couple of stops I made to admire a door, Husband was already getting weary of my photo taking.

I started to become quite adept at walking, door-scouting, and snapping photos at the same time. Juggling an umbrella just increased the degree of difficulty.

I think it deserves to be made an Olympic sport.

Can you tell it was raining? A lot. It took me a while to figure out what those funny streaks in the photo were.
There is just so much about this doorway I wanted to pack up and take home with me … and right beside a great little cafe that made an awesome cup of coffee and provided plenty of people-watching opportunity.
Architectural eye candy everywhere
Wait … this looks similar to the door in the 2nd photo … but with a more relaxed, bohemian flair
I’m starting to detect a pattern here … there’s that door again, this time with a friend.

For more doors from near and far, check out Thursday Doors at Norm 2.0.


  1. My husband is so well trained these days that he now points out the doors, reflections, murals etc. He has even been known to get a photo for me when he is out alone!

    I really fell in love with Paris on this trip, perhaps because we had more time than usual and we didn’t have to line up to do any touristy things.


  2. What magnificence! Northern Ontario is a wasteland, to be blunt, when it comes to architectural details such as these. I do regret that, a tiny little bit. So I am grateful that you share these beauties.


    • Sadly, the north seems to have limited imagination beyond the basis box design.
      Paris on the other hand is frilly and flamboyant, with meticulous details everywhere. I honestly don’t know how they get anything done. I’d be forever distracted.

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  3. Hi Joanne, I love how you pay attention to your surroundings and your humorous take. Too funny about your husband getting “weary” of photo taking. I mentioned to my husband a few Sundays ago that I would bring my camera along to take some photos of “doors.” He rolled his eyes and we went for a Sushi lunch instead. A future by myself excursion. A great deal of eye candy in your photos. Thank you for sharing a fun, interesting post:)


  4. Oh my word! ๐Ÿ˜ฎ These are even more magnificent than those in Rome (just don’t tell him that. If Paris is female, Rome is male.) ๐Ÿ˜‰ They are gorgeous at to the design and colours, but then they are huuuuge as well! You did so well that I give you the first gold Olympic door-dashing medal! โค


    • hahaha! A door-dashing medal! I love it and accept with a contradictory mix of pride and humility ๐Ÿ™‚

      … and you are absolutely correct. I too think Paris is feminine and Rome is masculine!

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  5. If it were an Olympic sport, Joanne, you’d be in the running for gold with this post. Those are magnificent doors. I’m late to the party this week, but I’m glad I made this stop. That entrance at Le Metro is too much for words. Beautiful.


    • No it doesn’t, Peta. Obviously you are a fan too ๐Ÿ’•
      I think I could happily live anywhere in France. As I said to Gilles when we first landed in Paris, I’m back to my happy place ๐Ÿ™‚


  6. Well Joanne if doorscursioning ever becomes an Olympic event (I AM working on it) then this post deserve to be on the podium.
    That last shot alone is reason enough to award you a medal.
    I’ve said it before: We HAVE to get our butts to Paris.


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