Old Doors

I've always liked old doors. It's something about their history - all the people who have gone in and gone out, and made the marks on the paint, or flaked bits off. It's also about the people who made them - the carvings, the catflap.

Burgundy has hundreds, probably thousands, of interesting old doors. Here are four of them: the first three were in the village of Montréal where we stayed, and the last one was in the nearby village of Vézelay.