Details, Details, Details

If my strolls around Pardubice have taught me anything, it’s to always keep your eyes peeled for the little things, the details that are so easily missed. I know from walking back through the old square several times since I took the photos for this post that there’s a huge amount of details I missed, carvings, paintings, motifs, signs you name it, they are there, hidden away yet in full view if you take the time to look.

It’s something I never got into the habit of doing at home in Dublin, I grew up there and as happens when you live somewhere long enough, you take it for granted. You walk down the street, eyes straight ahead, or lost in your phone checking your Facebook updates, the world around passes in a blur of familiarity. There’s the G.P.O , or there’s Central Bank or there’s Trinity College….so what? They’re just buildings, nothing interesting about them. But I know if I went home and took the time to look, I’d see things I hadn’t noticed before…..a crack in the masonry, a little carving, high up, away from prying eyes.

It was only a few years ago that I began to notice little details around the city, long defunct company names, beautifully painted onto the highest floors of buildings, advertisements from a bygone era painted on brick walls in a train station, hidden behind modern billboards. These little glimpses of the past I find fascinating as they offer a window into a previous time, long since forgotten by society, but they’re still there, and they still have stories. Alas a lot of these stories are consigned to history books, there’s nobody around to talk about how they got there and why.

So next time you’re walking around your home town or somewhere you’ve never been before, take a few moments to look around you, I mean REALLY look around you, look up into the corners, look places you wouldn’t usually and you might just discover a nice surprise, a little wink from the past.

“Take that ya dragon swine!!!” Probably not what old George said when he smote that pesky dragon.
Not a huge fan of overbearing religious iconography but the craftsmanship that goes into such statues cannot be denied.
One of the prettiest street signs I ever did see.
Crumbling but still there, just about…
Wouldn’t have seen this had I not followed my theory of looking up whenever you explore a new area. My guess is this was an old merchant’s quarters, complete with various tradesmen……and that wino on the bottom…
Old meets tacky, this fine fellow has pride of place above one of the many casinos in town. Nice codpiece.
Another thing to remember when out exploring, always turn around every now and then and look back behind you. Wouldn’t have spotted these back-lit leaves had I not.
The door of an old locksmith/blacksmith now seems to be the entrance to a more mundane abode. I’m always delighted to see old traditions being respected and held for future generations. And who wouldn’t want to have this as your front door right?
Needs a lick of paint? Not at all if you ask me, rustic is good.
It had been snowing for a few days before I even noticed the actual flakes. Beautiful
The landing zone below a bridge over a frozen river. On water the past activity of birds goes unnoticed by the water’s ripples. But on ice their telltale prints are clear to see.
Now THAT’S what I call a door! Screw that blacksmith one from earlier, this is the daddy of all doors.
They just don’t make door handles like this anymore, where’s the craft and detail gone? Bring back pimp-ass doors says I.


The Dragon Botherer at it again. Or possibly an ad for Skyrim hundreds of years before it came out mayhaps?
Okay this detail doesn’t require much searching for, but it is easily missed all the same. It’s one of the magnificent reliefs on the facade of the theatre.


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