We lived in Spain for two years. Semana Santa was always worth seeing. Even in small towns, the inhabitants held week-long re-enactments. I was not into photography in those days, more’s the pity, but I found among my collection a few snaps of the occasions. These ‘widows’ played their parts with dignity. Everything about these processions was taken very seriously.
It was strange to see people who normally served us in their bars or shops taking part.
As we lived not too far from Malaga, we made an effort to see their processions too. It was not easy to get really close to the action, unless you were local or paid, but we did see enough to feel the excitement and passion which the Spanish felt.