Day 3 of my thankful for New Orleans challenge may sound strange to some of you but here goes…I am thankful for the doors of New Orleans. I know…doors are generally seen as no more than a means for going from outside to in…a necessity more than something for which you would be thankful. This is New Orleans, though, and it is home to some of the most interesting and exceptional doors on the planet.
As with houses, I am partial to the quirky, imperfect ones. The ones that could use a coat of paint and, while not totally neglected, look like they could tell some great stories. The ones that have chosen to embrace their age rather than give in to the Botox craze. I discovered this particular door in the Bywater, and it literally, stopped me in my tracks. (I think it was on Dauphine Street, but I tend to lose all track of time and place in this neighborhood, so I wouldn’t swear to it.) I was immediately struck by the fact that every inch of this door is special…the stained glass window, the wrought iron bars, the millwork. Even the cockeyed but charming little pink square, that appears to march to the beat of its own drum. Beautifully weathered, it seems to welcome the lucky people who get to pass through it each day, and I would love nothing more than to give it a gentle knock and see what beautiful secrets are waiting on the other side.