Driving around town on Venerdi Santo (Good Friday), Slye borrowed my camera and took this fantastic shot. First of all you see the view, then maybe you notice the wing mirror and the reflection in it of the photographer and the driver. Then, with a small skip of the heart you notice the white hooded character sitting on the wall:
We parked up further on and watched the sombre Easter procession pass by. As the little red hooded figures walked past, one by one they broke out of character and waved, called, "ciao Skye!" She hesitantly waved back, whispering to me, "who are they Mummy?", not recognising some of her schoolfriends underneath the hoods.
There was another procession in the evening and the road around town was festooned with candles lighting the way down to the beach. I was out at dinner with friends in one of the beach restaurants, and we watched as the procession arrived just as our dinner was served. All the lights were turned off and the piazza was left glowing with the flames of hundreds of candles. A silence fell as we watched the procession pass by.