Today, of course, is Easter Sunday. Here in Sevilla, the day is marked by a single glorious procession. I (and thousands of other people, apparently) followed its slow, winding progress through town, and I managed to see it several times.

In addition to the scratch-and-sniff card I mentioned yesterday, I wish I could provide a good soundtrack of the music that accompanied the pasos and the marchers — it manages to sound ancient, eerie, majestic, and joyful, all at the same time.

But, once again, a few photos will have to do.

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