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Marzipan nazarenos anyone?
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Marzipan nazarenos anyone?
21 Thursday Apr 2011
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In case you missed this on the Sevilla Blog, we are now in the middle of Semana Santa (Holy Week) in Sevilla. For those who haven’t experienced, or don’t know about it, it’s all about the processions – more than sixty of them during the course of the week, including those of the Madrugá on the Thursday night through to Friday morning (though this year it looks likely to be rained out). Each procession carries statues of the Christ and the Virgin from its home church to the Cathedral and back again, accompanied by nazarenos and penitentes carrying candles and crosses, and the distinctive music of the Semana Santa marching bands.
Because this is the largest and most elaborate celebration of its kind in the world, people come from all over Spain and even further afield to see it. With such large crowds, especially in the centre and around the cathedral, it is almost impossible for the residents to live normal lives, and for the last 18 years I’ve spent most of Semana Santa pretty much trapped in my flat just up the street from the cathedral. But this year I will be spending it in my new home near the Alfalfa for the first time, and I really don’t know what to expect in the way of crowds and inconvenience.
In retrospect it seems almost prescient that I took this video last year of the Santa Cruz procession, which plays my favourite marcha, the haunting La Madrugá by Abel Moreno. Little did I know that it was going to be the last time I would watch it go past below my bedroom balconies…
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Here we go again…
And no, they are not copying the KKK … it’s the other way round. Though to date nobody has ever been able to tell me the origins of these penitent costumes, other than to say that it would be immodest for a penitent to show their face. So okay, that explains the hood, but not the pointy hat thang.
Yesterday was the beginning of Semana Santa – Palm Sunday. People thronged to Sevilla from the suburbs and villages all decked out in their best Palm Sunday attire. My eyes! I took a few pics but decided it would be too cruel to post them. And now for the next seven days I shall be a prisoner in my apartment (stone’s throw from the Cathedral). Seriously no way of getting out my front door most of the time. What fun!