At the end of a long corridor, there was a door. It was open, a sign of invitation.
Welcome and come in. No one was around but me. I hesitated to go further that maybe I was trespassing but I don’t see any sign ‘Do Not Enter’. So I proceeded. It was a series of doors beyond doors. As I entered the first door, it was an open big spacious room. Walls lined up with old photos of priests, bishops, queens, kings and more dignitaries. Moving to the next door is another area smaller in scale. What caught my attention is the door that is close.
This door appears to be ancient painted with blue, green, orange and beige. I wonder what the history of this door is. The paint is peeling and the iron bolt is rusty. Should I open it or not? Why not.
With all the doors that I entered, I guessed there would be more doors behind it. However, this is the final door to a cozy room that seems to be a lounge room, walls lined with books. The table on the middle of the room appears to be an altar with a crucifix on it.
Then I heard footsteps. Catching a glimpse of another person, it was a man in uniform: priestly uniform that is. It was time for me to do my disappearing act before I will get caught or else I will end up in the confessional box. Just before I left, I took a photo of a Madonna and Child. Gazing back to have a final look of the doors and oops, I left a door open.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Door.”
Beautiful !
Welcome and come in.
whahahahaha! coming in …
Welcome!
Great entry.
Thank you.
Excellent photography … and an interesting story …
ME
Thank you.
That “I can open any door” attitude is a sure winner.
Just like a child on the lose, checking everything out.
Great photos and woodwork ~ there is always something mysterious about doors (especially closed ones)…great series of shots and writing to accompany this travel 🙂
The mystery was it was beckoning me to enter.
Beautiful choices Perpetua – you should have waited and spoken with the priest – we need to know the story of the place!!!
What? He might give me panance to say a prayer in Spanish…😉
Beautiful doors especially the last. Pretty brave of you to open closed doors, but lucky for us you shared your discoveries.
The door wasn’t lock at all. I figured that it was okay because there was no sign ‘private’.
Still seems brave to me.
What beautiful images – that last set of doors with it’s textures and colors is just wonderful! 🙂
Thank you. I wish I have time to find out what this old is all about, but have to escape 😛
Let your mind run free… without that knowledge you can now create many different scenarios as to what it “might” be! 😉
Hahaha… you sure know how I think, Joanne. That will be something to write about. Laughing hard! And I can’t even spell.
😉 😉 😉
Very inviting.
janet
Welcome and come on in!
Beautiful doors and photos. Doors open and doors close. Happy Fourth of July – let freedom ring! Have a wonderful week.
Keep the doors of our heart open for all nations to welcome freedom everyday and always. Blessings.
Good for the other person that you left it open – they’ll not have to do a lot of disappearing act. 🙂
Leaving the door, Norma, is a clue for the holy clerics that there was an intruder. I don’t know if others actually have taken the guts to meander further like i did. Tee hee… Perpetua.
I like your journey through the doors!
It was a wonderful journey without the rest of the pilgrims and I did not tell anyone what I did. Thank you, Sue.
🙂
I love the photos and the story
Thank you. The memory made me chuckle every time I look at these doors. Thank you.
Wonderful photos, fabulous selection of doors.
Thank you. It was so interesting to see the series of doors.