A Spanish Obsession

So, I spent last week holidaying in the gorgeously hot and sunny Altea on the Costa Blanca in Spain and I think that I may just have developed ateeny obsession.

No, not Spanish waiters serving fruity Sangria but doors!

You know the kind. The lovely, old wooden front doors with peely paint and rusty door furniture that the Continent seems to do so well.

I have a sneaky suspicion that this obsession has been lurking in the depths of my sub-concious for a while now (See Exhibit A, B & C, m’lud: Holiday Snaps from France, Italy and Greece) but this year the tell-tale signs were all too obvious. Every time we visited a new village, or even went for a stroll through the white-washed streets of Altea itself, there was my trusty camera, poised and ready for action.

My Inner-Photographer was in her element (although I’m not so sure that my family were as enamoured with my new-found interest. I feel the novelty of standing around in the blazing sunshine whilst I tried to find just the right angle and exposure very quickly wore off.)

Now, I know that the vast majority of these doors are very impractical (in fact, in some cases, I would wager that a curtain would most probably offer more security and insulation than these puertas) but they just have so much character; the freshly painted, modern front doors don’t even come close in terms of presence and flat-out romanticism!

And as well as the fact that I think these old doors make for such pretty pictures, I’m always intrigued as to what’s behind them too (Yes, I have been called nosey on many occasions although I prefer to think of myself as inquisitive).

Just think of the stories they could tell!

I know, I know! I’ve converted you! And you’re already looking forward to your next trip so you can get Flash-Happy with some doors too!

You’re welcome!