Four* Semana Santas

This is our fourth [*oops… only our third] Semana Santa (Holy Week) in Spain and our first time to experience a little bit of it in Málaga. We were spoiled in Sevilla — with our corner apartment and its seven balconies overlooking a historic plaza and an ancient street (click here for the last in the series of posts from our first Semana Santa… and for a view of the balconies). All I had to do was step outside or downstairs for our very personal view of several of the Semana Santa processions.

THE RED ON THE PAVEMENT IS NOT BLOOD.  IT’S WAX… I’M PRETTY SURE…
(CLICK ANY IMAGE.)

Here in Fuengirola, the processions are smaller and I actually have to walk “among the people.” In Málaga, many of the processions are large and extravagant, but I’m required to share my space with thousands of others. So, I guess I’m jaded. I caught one very small procession of Málaga’s 42 processions throughout the week. But I had a great time just wandering around the city taking pictures of the crowds and the preparations.

READY TO BE “PROCESSED” LATER IN THE DAY.
VERY CLASSY FOR A STORAGE UNIT.
CHEAP SEATS 3 HOURS BEFORE A SMALL PROCESSION ON CALLE CARRETERÍA..
THE EXPENSIVE VIP VIEWING AREA ON PLAZA DE LA CONSTITUCIÓN.
CALLE MARQUÉS DE LARIOS, THE PEDESTRIAN MALL. NO SHOPPING ON HOLY THURSDAY.
YOU CAN’T SEE THE PLAZA FOR THE TIERS.
SAN GERALDO… SMARTLY MAKING HIS ESCAPE.
FOUR HOURS BEFORE THE NEXT “SHOW TIME” ON CALLE MARQUÉS DE LARIOS.
THE CATHEDRAL OF MÁLAGA.
THE ADORNED BISHOP’S PALACE (CATHEDRAL FENCE AT RIGHT).
BUNTING EVERYWHERE.
FOUR HOURS BEFORE THE NEXT PROCESSION ALONG ALAMEDA PRINCIPAL.
I LOVE THE GERANIUM “GUARD RAIL” ON THIS BRIDGE (PUENTE DE TETUÁN).
THE BEST “PROCESSOR,” WHILE I WAIT BACK ON CALLE CARRETERÍA.
RESERVED CHEAP (AS IN “FREE”) SEATS.
AFTER SITTING COMFORTABLY ON A LEDGE FOR AN HOUR,
I CAN SEE AND HEAR THEM COMING.
BUT I DON’T THINK THEY’RE FROM FRANCE.
(CLICK HERE IF YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT.)
IT WAS DEFINITELY NOT A DANCING BEAT.
I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY…
COLLECTING WAX.  (I WAS TEMPTED.)
HE LOOKS A BIT RUFF…
WALKING BAREFOOT TO ATONE FOR HIS SINS…
TWO EAR PIERCINGS, COOL WRIST BANDS, AND INCENSE…
A MOMENTARY BREAK.
AND BACK UP ON THEIR SHOULDERS.
PRECEDING AND FOLLOWING EVERY HOLY PROCESSION… BALLOONS.
STILL MORE THAN AN HOUR TO WAIT BACK ON ALAMEDA PRINCIPAL…  I WENT HOME.

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

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