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Thursday Doors: Rancon revisited (1)
As promised, we’re taking a short break from the cornucopia of doors from Cahors in order to revisit another place that’s featured on this blog before.
Almost two years ago, I posted some doors from the nearby (30 minutes by car) village of Rancon. Those images were taken during the annual medieval fair, when the place gets quite busy. However, a recent quiet and sunny Sunday morning proved to be much quieter, and the absence of the stalls of the artisan market opened up some vistas that hadn’t been obvious before.
Perhaps most notably is this doorway (or possibly gateway), which stands on its own around the back of the church. I could find nothing that gave any provenance for it, although it must surely once have been part of a grand edifice.
Speaking of the church, which is fortified and dates from the 17th century:
Rather less grand, but just as interesting, is this door at the side of the church…
…which is next to:
Finally, for this week, a couple of private houses, the first just by the mysterious gateway…
…and the second on the main street, which is where we’ll be concentrating next week.
Thursday Doors 29 March 2018
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I see possibilities with the yellow farmhouse set in a pasture of weeds!
Among all these old doors, I love that first stone gate! As well as the old looking trees next to it. Have a lovely Easter weekend. Am writing and posting from my other blog, Jesh StG
These doors are all unique, really like the stone archway and knobby trees in your first photo.
Very nice! I especially liked the gateway and the church doors. So much character! =)
Sorry for the delay this week. Are the tree in that first shot real? I’ve never seen anything like them before. Very odd-looking.
They are certainly real, and quite common in villages (the main street through our own is lined with them on both sides). You see them here in their pruned state. Every year they grow a lot of thin, vertical branches up to a metre long, which then bud and leaf. They are trimmed back to the state you see them in here every winter. I do keep meaning to ask a local what they’re called.
Or, there again, I could look on the internet and discover that they are plane trees (en français: platanes)