I love Corpus in Sevilla. I’ve also spent this holiday in Lisbon and Granada, and there was also one unforgettable Corpus in Sevilla when I stupidly decided to move furniture (with 38º temps, streets closed off, carrying heavy things for blocks while ON CHEMO). And another very memorable one many years earlier when my friend Lizzie was here and we got up hideously hungover after about two hour’s sleep and dragged our sorry butts out to do the whole pre-procession thing. So in comparison today was uneventful but fun. Did the usual going out early to walk the route though didn’t get out early enough to have the streets to ourselves (Peter came with me). But there’s just something special about walking on rosemary-strewn streets in the fresh morning air…