Thursday Doors 19/5/22: Green doors from Slovenia and Trieste

I made it! With this post my one year of daily blogging is complete.

With this post we have made the full circle of one year together. Thank you for all your visits and words! I’ll be posting less from now on through the summer but will still drop by, for example on Thursdays. Be well, happy and healthy!

It was not pre-planned. When I posted my first blogging memories last year in this post on my previous blog, I wasn’t thinking about doing it all year long. But it made me happy to go through all my previous five blogs to see what I was posting on each new day. So I continued until today.

In this way I gave myself one busy and fast-flying year, but now it’s time I start doing others things as well. I’ll still be around, just not as regularly.

And now to doors. My door story for Dan’s second Thursday Doors writing challenge will come next week. Have a look at all the 12 entries gathered so far here. You have time until the end of the month to pick a door from the gallery there and equip it with your own words.

All Slovenian green and greenish doors below were captured between December 2017 and October 2018.

Before someone complains: yes, I know, Trieste is in Italy. Barely, but it is. Surrounded by Slovenia, but it is. I include two photos from there today just because my post with Italian green doors from last week was crowded enough as it was. One from Trieste involves murky activities of James Joyce. Have a look.

Let’s start in the capital, Ljubljana. I’m not so sure this door was green to begin with.

This one – of Slovenian House Figovec restaurant – almost forgot it was green.

Another fake green but glorious one.

I also want a grave with a door and blackberries!

It was snowing. I never noticed these balconies until that day.

On a visit to a friend. You could probably argue that it’s blue.

To Piran on the coast now. An artist lived here.

A dark green couple.

Another one, well in use.

To Trieste now. This used to be James Joyce’s house of “joy”. Really.

Trieste proves that it is in Italy. Such style.

Back to Ljubljana on a short shopping trip.

Nahhh, I hate it. Even though they tried to lure me with this display.

Nova vas above the Dragonja river near the border with Croatia. This door may also be black.

It’s a small village with the annual garlic and wine festival.

One more from there. See the garlic?

Now you know the secret. It’s in Koper. The door in the sign is not green though!

This one in Piran cannot decide whether to be green or not.

Here there is no doubt. Pošta means mail.

A truly green door at the Velenje Castle in memory of my friend’s mother who used to play here as a child and passed yesterday.

And finally, the gate so green in Bernardin that I passed right by it even though sister told me exactly where it was.

For Thursday Doors challenge hosted by Dan at No Facilities

For the last time: This day in my blogging history

• 2014:

  I’m not interested in competing with anyone. I hope we all make it. —Erica Cook

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  2014: Sis has good ideas: For us, love has only just begun.

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  2014: San Martino sul Fiora, a new favourite place.

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  2016: Thursday Doors from Rome

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  2016: Nobody ever warned me of water droplets in connection with the flower button.

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  2017: Tuscany, no country for dieting.

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  2019: Seeing red

  If I was one to see red
  at what the internet thinks
  this would be the moment.

  I post a photo
  that I really like (Read on.)

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  2020: Friendly Friday isolation cravings. Oh, Sandy meant pre-isolation!

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  2021: Wordless Wednesday with a nun and a drone.

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