This delightful door knocker in the shape of a lady's hand was seen all over the parts of France I traveled in from South to North, this one is in Toulouse.
In Normandy there are still some thatched roofs to be seen and lots of window boxes just overflowing with red geraniums.
This wonderful church door was around the side of the imposing church in Mirepoix. It seems to be a little more humble giving on to the herb garden as it does.
Ah, the door of Charlick and Yolanda. Their home, auberge, guest house was a family farm that was stunning in its age, amazing ambience and beauty. You had to duck your head to get in this little door which lead to the guest dining room and the best breakfast in France.
My favorite French door. Looks Spanish doesn't it?