Tuesday, May 08, 2012

Basque (and Bearnais) windows and doors

Round and about.



Basque red.  You can buy it in tins, but the peeling patina takes more like years.


Windows and ex-windows.


Chapel at Bascassan, more later, but not much.


A notaire's in the Bearnaise.





Always did love that shade of blue.

11 comments:

Bruce Taylor, a.k.a. Catalyst said...

I love your photos!

Isabelle said...

Yes.. but I itch to wield a paintbrush. (I clearly have no soul.)

Chloe said...

Ooh lovely, I love the blue doors!

Chloe said...

In fact, may I save a couple of these photographs for painting reference please Lucy? I'd love to use the first blue door in something :)

Zhoen said...

Great red. And straight angles? Who needs 'em.

the polish chick said...

the blue-green of the last two doors makes my soul sing.

Sheila said...

Oh, those blues are just wonderful. I wish I had somewhere that I could do that....

christopher said...

Not even in New England can we callow American youths find that sort of architecture. Wonderful.

Crafty Green Poet said...

lovely textures and colours in these photos

HKatz said...

I love the shades of blue, also the swamp frog green in the first photo. These are windows and shutters with character.

Lorenzo da Ponte said...

Those blue doors. We've spoken about them before; they have an E. Nesbit quality. One of these days I shall open such a door and walk through. I shall find myself being asked to come to the front of the class and endure another beating; I will walk up to the master offering the invitation (His initials were JAV, by the way); tell him he's about to die from a mixture of sadism and lack of imagination; cause his spine to separate between the fourth and fifth vertebrae making a sound like snapped celery. And you know what: I don't particularly like celery, except in soups, certain types of stew... no, no, this mustn't end in anti-climax.