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Holy Week

Traditionally, an unforgettable Holy Week

If there is tradition, a lot of tradition, I take the blame. Because you can feel it on my streets. Because during Holy Week you can breathe it in from every corner of the city. I am guilty of every step you may take. Of you being hypnotised by each procession. Of each church being a destination in itself. Of you being thrilled with all this ancestral energy, by night and by day. Thrones, brotherhoods, the cathedral, altar candles, virgins, crucifixes, orchestras, punishments, and traditional Andalusian saetas: I am guilty of this cocktail of sensations invading your body like an unstoppable deluge. I am guilty of it, yes. Traditionally, the blame falls on me every Holy Week.