I "heard" you start talking to me from the bed of my truck en route to the shop. "Are we done; is this the end," you asked. "No," I promised, "A new beginning." I can assume you heard me; you said nothing more until we arrived.
Tradition knows you guys work together--one door. But, yes, I separated you to different rooms for just this short time. Hey, stop complaining! It's alright, and you agreed; a temporary and purposeful inconvenience for you two, but all for the best of outcomes.
Right volunteered first. So there you lay heavy across those shop horses. Yes, no door has ever deserved the horizontal more. Tired but determined (and destined) to stand again proudly facing new challenges.
My initial effort focused on your center mullions. Wow, those beautiful lights! The leaded cut- glass you each share provokes, I'm sure, inspiration and conversation from anyone who approaches you. Yes, you deserve to do some boasting. But that glass panel once carefully removed provide opportunity for closer inspection of your handsome central frame....ahaa, badly broken into halves--separate pieces! An insult I'm sure.
But someone had made a feeble attempt to fill the widening crack provoked by weather's hot and cold, wet and then dry, over and over again. Gooey glue and filler of some kind placed in the crack preventing the realignment, as it were, of your soul. Good intentions here, for sure, but ugh....lots of gunk...and, I suspect, a blow to any self-respecting French guys!
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