midnight pascha

i don't often leave the house after 11pm at night. actually, i never really leave the house after 11pm at night, even on a saturday. it felt rather strange to be getting my 'sunday clothes' on and getting ready to go out when i would have normally already been asleep for a substantial amount of time.

but off we went, intrepid adventures, to the greek orthodox church for their pascha celebrations. it was beautiful and weird and smelly and magical. it felt quite special to be allowed to be a spectator at such a special event and amazing just to stand and take it all in.

we shuffled off before 1am before our toes froze. the pros were wearing much more suitable clothes, clearly kitted out for the next few hours of standing around, chanting.