All these doors can be found strolling along a single street in the centre of the capital of Slovenia. For some reason I haven’t done it before last week.
While in his today’s Thursday Doors post Norm is reminiscing about Pitigliano, his amour, I’m back in my country of origin for a while, feeling fresh, funky and fired (I’d say tired but I have an f-thing going).
Today doors are from one Ljubljana street which at first is called Pražakova (first three photos) and then changes the name into Slomškova.
I have never taken photos of these doors. Not that they are as spectacular as our final destination of the day – the amazing costume exhibition at the Ljubljana Castle from my previous post – but I was glad to see them, capture them and explain to my slightly dubious friend what makes them interesting for my camera.
You will notice that as we were nearing Metelkova, the alternative city hub, the doors got more and more written on. I’m sorry to all who don’t like it.
Sometimes I yearn for the times when graffiti meant fun, funny, spiteful, poignant social commentary that we would quote for decades (“I’m not from here” in Bosnian, “I’m a little sad”, “It’s sunny and your hair is a mess”, “Ivan, make your own damn coffee” since Slovenian writer Ivan Cankar famously wrote of the time his mother made him coffee and he snapped at her: “Not now!”) – but then I remember that at that time there were no astounding artistic murals either that you can see now in so many places (in Ljubljana maybe less than in some other cities).
Here are some doors then that make a city as well.