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YOUR DOOR A DAY
Well, not really, but its always good to pretend you can wear those little bosom suits--
and in white to boot.
But in actuality, and comparatively unfortunately, this post is in fact, about doors.
Not one of the fourteen Slovenian guidebooks here in the apt mentions a fundamental truth about this remarkable city.
Ljubljana is the city of beautiful, and inviting doors.
Almost to the extent of being bizarre, there is one after another, after another, unique, architecturally superb, and breathtaking door. Now these are not only the doors of early 20th century villas, or prior noble residences, or Jose Plecnik's architectual feats. These are the doors of common buildings -- lining street, after alley, after cesta, after Ulica.
Doors of bakeries, doors of libraries, doors of delapidated buildings, doors of shops, and doors of courtyards are all, noticeably pleasing. Now, I am not a world traveler, but I think I can safely say that there is no city in the world with a higher pretty door to building ratio. Bloggists, would one of you please google "Ljubljana and doors".
Yes, coffee table books are passe, but the need to memorialize these doors is profound.
But just what do you do with such a stunning collection of doors -- other than knock?
The streets are like candy stores where you can't eat.
. . . . So I am thinking that we'll all just have to eat with our eyes,
one door, one day at a time.
AND BEHIND DAY NUMBER ONE:
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7 comments:
oh, you should publish a photo book on the doors.
there was some such book published about some place ------years ago when I worked----Baird will remember I think.
how wonderful
mom
for the uneducated in current ways of the world older folks please tell us what A Door A Day might mean other than the obvious and (in white bosom suits?????)
or for that matter what a white bosom suit is.
mom
Well Jan, since it was your generation that wore those "little" bosom suits, AND I am confident that you, with your "big" bosoms, wore one, I am thinking that the answer will come to you at some point. Can anyone out there in Bloggerland help Jan?
And speaking of the 50's,
Betty Crocker may be the only cook
who could cook in this apt's kitchen -- well, except Tahani. Betty with the Australian accent, are you out there? There no measuring devices, much less a gram/Kg scale, but I am confident that you could serve many beautiful knifeless, bowlless, and skilletless Slovenian meals in this kitchen.
I'm thinking this is some oblique reference to Doris Day . . .
I KNEW it, I just knew that Barbara, or Liz (the AK contingent) would get it.
Whew
Just saw the picture, I think those were just the way swimsuits were sewn! My mom had one, and a dress that had that kind of halter top. I'll see if I can find one to send along to you.
Yeah, great minds . . .
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