Photographed this magnificent Jugendstil door a while back with Thursday Doors in my mind. And immediately forgot all about it. The twin green doors I posted last week however kick started my memory.
Do check out the design of the letterbox on the right. Just gorgeous!
The whole front of the house had the same splendor.
Written for Norm 2.0.
After the Spanish Doors extravaganza, back to some Dutch doors, Twin Doors. This is the entry for March 5, 2020 Thursday Doors. Hosted by Norm 2.0. While two totally different sets of doors, they’re in the same street rather close to each other.
This is the final batch of Spanish Doors as entry for February 27, 2020 Thursday Doors. Hosted by Norm 2.0. Two weeks ago I posted some blue doors that I encountered in Cadaquès, Catalunia, Spain. Last week’s post was centered around the doors of Salvador Dali’s house there. Whereas this week, the remainder of interesting doors is a bit of a dog’s breakfast.
‘Salvador Dali’s Doors’ is the entry for February 20, 2020 Thursday Doors. Hosted by Norm 2.0.
Last week I posted some blue doors that I encountered in Cadaquès, Catalunia, Spain. This week’s post is centered around the doors of Salvador Dali’s house there.
Fortunately I was able to capture these doors in the patina they’re in. I was told by the foreman of the crew doing renovations the doors would be painted blue again.
Don’t you just love this patina?
To put everything into a bit of context, here are two photos of the house.
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‘Spanish Doors’ is the entry for February 13, 2020 Thursday Doors. Hosted by Norm 2.0.
The past 10 days were spent in Cadaquès, Spain where I encountered one illustrious door after another. So not to overload this post with all the remarkable doors I found in this wonderful, ex-hippie village, here’s roughly the first third of this little paradise for door aficionados. I’ve limited this week’s entry to the blue doors that are so characteristic of Catalunia.
Hardly any door is on the same level, due to the rather rocky terrain.
So far this blue Spanish Doors episode. Next week I’ll post the 2nd batch…
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‘Hidden Gem’ is the entry for January 30, 2020 Thursday Doors. Hosted by Norm 2.0.
In downtown the Hague many, if not all who don’t know its secret, walk past this rather bland door, without wondering what the name “Rusthof” (“Retreat”) actually entails.
When you step through that door its secret is not immediately revealed. You enter a rater dark, damp and mouldy passageway leading to…
The gem that lies at the end of it…
This used to be a retreat for elderly spinsters. Wikipedia sums it up as:
‘Rusthof is one of the approximately ten charity courts in The Hague. It is located at Parkstraat 41-61, right next to the Sint-Jacobus church.
Elisabeth Groen van Prinsterer – van der Hoop, the wife of Guillaume Groen van Prinsterer, founded this retreat/courtyard on 15 April 1841. She used money from her father-in-law’s legacy for this.
While the old tenants had to pay one guilder a week, for which they, apart from shelter, received meat, poultry and fuel for cooking and heating.’
To this day the houses in the Rusthof are rented out, solely to single female residents. Men are simply not allowed inside any of the houses. And that is as much of the story of this hidden gem that I could uncover. The Hague has approx. a total of 10 of these retreats for single and elderly women.
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‘Hotel New York Doors’ is the entry for January 23, 2020 Thursday Doors. Hosted by Norm 2.0.
Recently I spent a couple of nights at the Hotel New York in Rotterdam, The Netherlands. This hotel used to be the head office of the Holland America Line. Passengers to New York were waved off and returning passengers were welcomed here.
Strangely enough, none of the entrance doors are located at the front of the building. All are located at both sides of the building.
So far for this Hotel New York Doors entry into Thursday Doors.
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‘Not So Welcoming Door’ is the entry for this week’s Thursday Doors, which is hosted by Norm 2.0. To say he’s got a ‘thing’ for doors is a bit of an understatement…
The sign may say ‘Welcome!’, the look in the tenant’s says something completely different…
For my previous Thursday Doors submission, see this.
‘Moroccan door in blue’ is the entry for this week’s Thursday Doors, which is hosted by Norm 2.0. To say he’s got a ‘thing’ for doors is a bit of an understatement…
This Moroccan door in blue – an oil on linen work by Ingeborg Müller – is being exhibited in Pulchri Studio in The Hague. Her inspiration obviously has been her repeated trips to Morocco, which is the theme of her show.
An appropriate to start off 2020 I thought, especially since my last entry was a bit sinister last year. And I hope this will kick start Thursday Doors again.
‘What’s Behind This Door?’ is my entry for this week’s Thursday Doors, which is hosted by Norm Frampton. To say he’s got a ‘thingie’ for doors is a bit of an understatement…
This door, in the dimly lit back of the basement of the Basilica of Our Lady in the city center of Maastricht, way down in the Catholic heartland of the Netherlands, caught my eye. It was firmly locked, but without any signs saying something like ‘No trespassing. Or the Wrath of the Lord will be upon you.’ Not a sign of any explanation whats however.
Then there was a soft but firm voice behind us asking what we were looking for and if the owner of the voice – a frail and well past middle-aged nunlike lady – could help us. We briefly introduced ourselves as sightseers who had wandered a bit of the beaten path – mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. I then asked the question what was behind that locked door. Her eyes, which had been thoroughly locked on mine, suddenly went upwards. ‘My son, only our good Lord knows’ was her response. When she saw the you-don’t-get-off-that-easily look on my face she said in the sweetest voice possible that in all her time in the Basilica that door had been the only one permanently locked. She never had wondered why or what could be behind it. God ways are mysterious indeed…
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