After we went back outside of the church by the ladder no one will move, we went through another doorway and entered a deserted courtyard.
These tiny green doors are entrances to the rooms of the Coptic monks that live here in the church. They open up into larger rooms, we’re told, but what a completely different feel. This place was silent and no one was there.
From here we could also see the tower to the Lutheran church, which is the tallest spire in the city.
From here we continued into a corridor that had one of the stations of the cross, number 9, I believe.
The stations are denoted throughout the way in the city streets with this kind of marker.
This rock is traditionally a place where Jesus stopped, and Joseph of Arimethia took over carrying the cross. It looks like a handprint. Like this.
Another station. Into the Armenian Quarter now. On our way to St Anne’s Church and the pools of Bethesda from John 5, but first, the basement of the Antonia Fortress. This one gets it’s own blog….but I think it will have to wait as it is time for bed. I feel a little better today (Day 9), but I still need some good sleep. Goodnight all!