The witches of Apulia go door hunting.
My mother has three friends who like to call themselves witches and like to go on tours. They are all around 70 and when my mom was 70, these friends gifted her a basket of tangerines and a trip to pick tangerines by the Neretva river in Croatia. For example.
This year two weeks ago, just about when Joey hosted Thursday Doors and talked about our little tribe and how everybody is gifting us door pictures, the witches toured the south of Italy: Apulia, or Puglia how Italians call it, and Basilicata with amazing Matera that must be the farthest place on my to-go list. It would take me six hours.
Mother returned in high spirits, eager to add more towns to my list, such as Altamura, Otranto and Trani, only complained a little about the multitude of churches and lack of sea which they were only able to observe from above, and then proclaimed that they had been having plenty of door fun and I would see the results soon.
First, the most recently added witch, second from the right in the photo above, was kind enough to share with me the garden gate from her home in Slovenia. The birds on the left and right are of her own making. If I were passing this door, I’d take photos of it most gladly. Thank you!
And then I got a hefty email with the proper door treasure-chest, as you shall see right now.
All of the photos below were taken by the Blonde Witch (they named themselves after the colour of their hair), the first on the right in the above photo. Thank you very much, Ditka, and to all of you for splendid door-spotting. For this post I’m using every single door you’ve sent!
And the featured photo above – that one I wish I’d have taken it myself, which I don’t say often or lightly.
Welcome to Puglia! (Ok, and Matera which is in Basilicata.)
And of course, welcome back, Norm! It was great having you over but it’s good that you take the wheel again and lead our strangest tribe through many new doors. (Since I’m travelling tomorrow I’m too early for the blue frog. Will add my post there when I arrive.)
Photo: Judita Bagon