so many doors and windows to be opened in menton

Menton, France is a small enclave and town near the Italian and French border. From Antibes, where I stay, I take the train and can arrive after an hour, maybe one hour and fifteen minutes. I go to Menton to take the navette to Saint Agnès, a very beautiful village high in the mountains.
However, the other day I decided to revisit Menton and stay and wander through the older section of the city. From the train station one heads toward the beach and then left toward–where?–Italy. After a twenty minutes walk I am in the older shopping district and some signs for the vieille ville appear. (Click on any photo to see it larger and in more detail.)
Whenever I walk through a village I enjoy taking photographs of the doors and windows. I do see other things. I see people and trees and water and desserts and dogs and statues and . . . but I do like to look at doors and windows. Passage ways into another world.
I am curious about those doors and windows. They are exits for someone else but for me they invite me. I don’t see any “Do not disturb” signs. (Click on any photo to see it larger and in more detail.)
Quite by chance I saw a photographer, maybe a pro, taking a photograph of a door. Who is he? Is he famous? I wonder what his photo looks like. Surely, it will be more impressive than the one here. (Click on any photo to see it larger and in more detail.)
The colors in the bright Riviera sun are startling. The oranges and reds and yellows come alive. This figure I found alone, isolated, imbedded in a wall near a cathedral in the old section of Menton, France. (Click on any photo to see it larger and in more detail.)
Look carefully at the photograph of these two windows. They are not real. Sort of. The eye has been tricked. It is a trompe l’oeil. The shutters are real; the rest is painted. I saw these windows and more high on a wall while walking through the vieille ville de Menton. (Click on any photo to see it larger and in more detail.)
The blue sky caught my attention. It burst through the entrance and sharply set the shadowed yellow and reddish orange of the walls. (Click on any photo to see it larger and in more detail.)
Love the happy colors. The color scheme kinda reminds me of Obidois (a tiny town in Portugal).
Bon Nadal flâneur….
Belles observations.
une question , comme faire pour être neige a mon pc?