Abandoned chapels, holy water bottles, broken pianos, and sirens are what springs to mind when I remember this day. I found this site on Google one Saturday and decided to cycle straight to it as I wasn’t too far away from it. I had to climb over a big gate to get in which was easy enough and it only took me a few minutes to find an entrance. There was construction work on pause at the site, so there were security cameras everywhere and someone watching them on a Saturday afternoon, as it turned out.
I managed to get some good photos of inside the chapel and a few of the massive outdoor yard, in which there was a really old, broken piano. Just as I was standing by the piano admiring it, a siren blasted through every speaker that surrounded the perimeter and I nearly shat my pants.
A voice boomed through the mic that said if I didn’t leave the po-po would be called (the police) so I walked casually back towards the gate, gave a camera a little wave, climbed back over, and cycled home. All that mattered was that I got photos so I was happy to leave!