locked in. don't send help. / by Levi Buchanan

A most wonderful accident last night. I went to the Church of the Holy Sepulchre for one last look. Apparently I was so quiet, the priests operating the church didn't realize I was there... and they locked the door. Not just locked it, but barred it with a ladder. More on that detail shortly.

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Now, the church is administered by six different orders. Last night, it was the Greek Orthodox. Relations between the six factions are not always cordial, but the epoxy that keeps everything together are some very carefully architected and observed rules. Such as, the door cannot be re-opened once closed until the next order arrives.

So, I was locked in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre for several hours during the night... and rather than be upset, I was appreciative. What an opportunity. No crowds. Just time to explore, admire, and reflect.

And take a few photos.

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Getting out. Watching the shift change ceremony was incredible. The priest opened a smal window in the door and then passed the ladder through it. Once accepted by the next order, the door briefly opens.

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I slipped out into a quiet Old City and made my way through the Muslim Quarter in hopes the late night falafel stand was indeed truly a late night joint. Mercifully, it was. I sat and shared with a feral cat, still so pleased with an accident that may have cost me a little time, but resulted in something I'll never forget.