Some days, when I was living in Paris, when I didn't quite know what to do with myself, I would just wander the streets for hours snapping photo upon photo of variations on blue doors. I posted them here. And here.
And now, looking back, I wonder if that need to see the same image repeated in various forms was in fact a comforting, Le-Petit-Prince kind of activity. As in, the Little Prince who one day watched 43 sunsets.
“One day,' you said, 'I watched the sunset forty-three times!'
And a little later you added:
'You know, when one is that sad, one can get to love the sunset.'
'Were you that sad, then, on the day of the forty-three sunsets?'
But the prince made no answer.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
I never really thought about it at the time. I just looked at more blue doors.
But yesterday I was jostling down the street and -- ta-dah! -- found a fabulous set of blue doors, complete with the Parisian enameled street number sign above. The door handle in the middle of the door. The whole enchilada. So French!
Except that one quick look gives away the telltale sign ("Driveway NO Parking") that we are not in Paris, but in fact in Manhattan's Upper East Side.
Maybe I should offer the owners a little round sign with "Défense de stationner - jour et nuit" sign?