Thursday Doors 5/5/22: Capalbio

You have seen this town and most of its doors already but the photos are new. On Sunday I hopped up with my passing visitors and clicked around while they climbed the tower.

Sunday was lovely. Yesterday you saw the poppies we found, and today you will see our nearest town, Capalbio on the hill, the view from up there, and some of its doors. I could add – again, but newly captured with my new old camera.

Whereas today it’s raining and bestia didn’t wish to go on his morning walk until 1 pm, which is lucky since I went to sleep at 7 am. Luka lost brutally, twice in a row now. I have 123 unopened posts from you all to view and some actual work to do, but all I wish is just chill and do nothing. I’m sure it will pass, eventually.

One of these Thursdays I will post a door story (or poem, we will see) written to one of the doors gathered here for Dan’s second Thursday Doors Writing Challenge, and you can do the same by the end of this month and leave the link with your story in the comments there.

And now welcome to our Sunday, May 1st. This is Capalbio in the south of Tuscany. I wish you well.

Niki de Saint Phalle’s Nana sculpture, gelato and Capalbio walls.

I have yet to visit this cemetery. From up there it looks different than ours.

Tuscany in spring.

I always admire this courtyard.

Probably my favourite door.

Door with a view.

A storm was coming but it passed us by.

I was waiting on this bench while they climbed the tower.

This tower. It holds the piano played on by Puccini.

I liked this cheerful, well-informed window.

Not the main entrance to the town but equally old. Right-hand side.

Left-hand side.

I liked this ensemble.

I had my doubts how this intricate gate would look in a photo and was pleasantly surprised.

A well-weathered one.

One with the snake. And these are all the door photos I took. I’m getting out of shape.

For Thursday Doors challenge hosted by Dan at No Facilities

This day in my blogging history

• 2014: Beware of those who seek constant crowds; they are nothing alone. —Charles Bukowski

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  2014: And then an aunt takes up painting

• 2015: A marriage of Slovenian and Cuban music

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  2016: Thursday Doors from the Appian Way in Rome

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  2019: Images from Italian and Slovenian churches (this one is in Piran), plus a found villanelle I forgot about completely but it’s pretty cool:

  Hairway to Steven 
  This monkey’s gone to heaven.
  “Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens.
  Heaven knows I’m miserable now.” (Read on.)

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  2021: Wordless Wednesday with one (1) insect

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