Someone could have made a plain balcony. Thankfully, they got carried away. 😏🏛️
Carved flowers underneath, curls of ironwork across the front, and windows with rather elaborate introductions. So much care put into details that are still there, waiting for someone to look up. A little architectural treasure from Pontarlier, France, finally escaping my photo archives.
Anyone else come home with more pictures of windows and balconies than of themselves? 🙋🏻♀️📸
There’s something about old buildings that makes me stop. Not the polished ones. The ones with faded shutters, stained stone, uneven rooftops and little scars left by weather, winters and time. I photographed this in Pontarlier, France , because it felt wonderfully lived in . Nothing pretending to be new. Nothing trying too hard to be beautiful. And yet… look at it. 🤎 Windows that have watched decades pass. Shutters opened on ordinary mornings and pulled closed again at night. Chimneys that must have known a thousand cold French winters. Sometimes age doesn’t take the beauty away. Sometimes age is the beauty. 📸 Pontarlier, France 🇫🇷