Sinful Sunday 385 – Ironwork

[Since getting back from holiday I’ve found myself in a sexual slump. The very thought of sex, or rather chronic lack of sex, either makes me angry or despondent. To the extent that having penned several posts including this Sinful Sunday contribution, I pulled the plug on publishing them. But having spent time and effort writing them it seems self defeating to not publish and be damned. So by heart’s not really in this but …]

Our holiday apartment featured a couple of notable pieces of ironwork, and it seemed churlish of me to ignore them whilst

the rest of the family went to the beach.

The staircase feels like a bit of a photographic cliché, but it was a rare opportunity, and just seemed too good to miss.

Somewhat more interestingly, there was a wrought iron gate between the kitchen and the livingroom. I could see no purpose for it at all, but the gilded fleur de lis reminded me of biblical fig leaves.