Here is Part 2.
Holy cow! the spectacular lighting!
The float looks like it is plated with gold. Oh wait. It is plated with gold. This was the float of Jesus entering Jerusalem on Palm Sunday.
I am not sure who these ladies in black are, but there’s a little one in training!
Tristan would want to drop whatever we were doing and run for the nearest street corner every time we heard drums across the city. I assured him we would see plenty more processions with plenty more bands.
The guys underneath all wore white from head to toe. Here are their white sneakers.
At one point later in the week, a procession passed down our street while we were on the roof. The smell of the rising incense was heavenly.
The littlest of the brotherhood.
They had candy and flower petals in their baskets.
The last supper
Very dramatic!
I love the surprises that you get sometimes with photography.
Little girl taking a break.
The same square with the squirrel, after dinner, when things had quieted down. A friend recommended that I make dinner reservations for our longest, busiest days. That advice worked out well for us. We had two fabulous meals, not fancy, but good food freshly prepared, and we saw some of the city that we would not otherwise have seen. Plus Spanish bars and restaurants are still completely mystifying to me. People are mostly in big groups drinking and not eating, so it is hard to tell where might be good. The best places have a hidden dining room above or behind, so you wouldn’t know if you didin’t look it up ahead of time.
Our restaurant, La Botilleria, looked like the usual over-crowded place where people were standing at little tables to eat, but with my magic reservation, we got the one table with chairs by the window.
Our lonely trek back to the car with sore feet and full bellies, passing for the last time by the all important waterway.
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