In Italian, there is the same word for time and weather: tempo. In this town the tempo, the weather and the time come to a standstill.
The town’s name is Saline di Tarquinia and this is where the road ends. There used to be a saltworks but it’s closed now. The town still breathes but only just.
We found it last May with my parents by coincidence (which there are none). In my first post from there I show some of its doors, the silo from 1925 and two of the town’s remaining inhabitants:
Today we peek around the corner to where the disused saltworks building stands. I thought to save these photos for a Thursday Doors post but there are more windows than doors. In fact, when I saw Leya’s “weathered or worn” Lens-Artists challenge this week, I knew immediately what I’d be posting.
The weather played along to create an out-of-time experience. This is Italy too.
I shall not disturb the mood with captions. Mother was cold, so I hurried along. Where was father? I found some convenient pins in midair, as you can see. And that clock made me think of Back to the Future. As for the last photo… All the love.
For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge, hosted by Leya of To See A World in a Grain of Sand…: Weathered or Worn
When time stops…
Interesting shots.
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Thank you, Bojana. It was an amazing feeling to be there.
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Sounds like it.
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The pink laundry!
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Right, SMSW? Something for Marina. 😀
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great post, again, Manja… …my favorite is the first one with the green doors. 🙂
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Thank you, Markus! The doors are from the first post from here with more photos of the doors, the link in the text leads there.
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I love that picture with the window with the one missing pane and how you can see through the building.
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Thank you, Dan. Yes, this business is quite see-through.
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A side of Italy I have yet to see. Love it! 😊
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Thank you, Irene. I don’t suppose many tourists visit this town. Even though they have flamingos in the winter.
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Whoa, flamingos in the winter? 😊
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Yes. By now they have left. They choose these parts as their winter residence. 🙂
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Your photos reminded me of those old photos of Italy after the war. Better from time than bombing! I too found your opening image enchanting
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Thank you, Tina. Everything is better than bombing. Culture, civilians and humanity suffers. Here is a post with more door photos: https://manjameximovie3.wordpress.com/2018/05/17/thursday-doors-17-5-18-saline-di-tarquinia/
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I love this post! The first photo got my attention. All the photos are glorious, in their own, intersting way.
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Thank you, Viking daughter! (If you don’t mind me calling you that. I love it that you call this yourself.) If you click on the link above, you’ll see more photos of the green (and other) doors in this town.
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My pleasure 🙂 I don’t mind at all, I kind of like that name. Maybe that is really what I should of named my blog 😉
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So You, Manja, this lovely post. Love your play with “tempo” and so love the green doors, the cat and dog shots too. That yellow brick building with one window reminds me of my school when I was 10…
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Ahh, I like the sound of this. 🙂 Thank you, Leya. Good to come across as true to oneself. I hope your school was a bit less transparent. 😀
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Hehe – it was.
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I liked the most the one of your cover and yes, it actually seemed that the time has stopped in there
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Thank you, Flavia! 🙂 I guess this is another kind of Italian historic town. I haven’t been to Tarquinia yet even though it’s so close. One of these days…
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I have been to Tarquinia ages ago and I can remember it very well. I am more a fan of the very south of Italy but I am from Rome. I hope you will enjoy these discovery tours of yours and maybe some day we will meet for real in one of those villages💪😊
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I love some of these. The clothes pins and old window shots.
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Thank you, Sherry. Those pins have been left just right.
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Open window into open window into open window with the bull thistle outside framing it. Charming as can be!
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Thank you, Joey. 🙂 I thought so too.
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What an intriguing looking place. I love the photo of the line of pegs with the timber randomly scattered below it. Once when I lived in a very windy place I went looking for pegs that would withstand the wind. I found some labelled “hurricane proof” – your photo made me think of how a line of pegs might be the only thing left intact after a hurricane.
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Thank you, Suzanne. This is a fine thought. The photo doesn’t seem far off. Thank you for deciding to stay close. 🙂
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Yup. Weathered and worn!
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Thank you, John. Nothing if not that. 🙂
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Beautiful, Manja! You are right the weather creates a nice mood. I also love the colors in these. That old, weathers brown of bricks with blue and that dirty, mustard yellow with green. So pretty! And the fountain with grass struck me as equally funny and poignant.
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Thank you, Lindsay. 🙂 This place felt like a forgotten movie set. And yet it’s still alive.
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Thank you for the tour, MM! This is part of Italy tourists don’t get to see.
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True, Amy. There is a lot of Italy that tourists never see, even parts that are gorgeous. Thank you!
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Love that first image with the weathered doors especially! Some great worn and weathered here!
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Thank you, Sue. The door photo was a repeat from the first post from here with nothing but doors. There is the link above in another comment.
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One, thanks, Manja!
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Wow this is quite a collection of photos….. love the aspect of “time-worn”.
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Thank you, Liz. I’m glad you came to look around! Always welcome!
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