EAST, WEST, and IN BETWEEN

Today's post is by region

For all you Ashevillinians, and Chapel Hillineans out there:

When you come to Ljubljana you'll need to bring your own freshly laid local eggs, your Kombucha, your herbal remedies, and any organic produce you may want. But you will like the unusual playgrounds, the city's love of the arts, and Slovenia's progressive environmental stances.

Oh, and be sure and go for a Burek while your here, as that will be one of the few vegetarian choices you'll have


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For the older and less hip Oregonians and Greensboroites, you may want to study graffiti only when painted on old beautiful doors.








AND, here is a photo of an Umbrella shop taken just for you. Notice the "skeletal display"?





For those of you in DC,
the Natural History Museum of Ljubljana should make you feel right at home. It may
rival even your Smithsonian Museum---well, the doors will anyway.









And the frequent graffiti will certainly seem familiar to you.


WOULD SOMEONE PLEASE TELL US WHO WEASLEY IS? ---because he is certainly well known in Ljubljana.






And finally, for all those Alaskans out there -- Do you think the variegated plumage of Slovenia's ubiquitous Hooded Crow, would add or detract from Tlingit art?

DOORS I'D LIKE TO OPEN

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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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