I’m starting to think driving along in first behind a procession of riders, saints on floats, and horse-drawn and tractor-drawn houses is normal. The end of May is peak pilgrimage season, most processions setting off from the village church to picnic in nearby fields. This from Algodonales, went to a grassy riverbank clearing under a bridge on the Ronda-Seville road, and much fun was had. Last week I went to El Rocío in the neighbouring province of Huelva, destination for one of Spain’s greatest romerîas, attracting around one million revelling faithful from far and wide. Everyone had long gone, but it’s a great place to visit anyway and I’ve put it under highlights of Huelva in the piece I’m just writing for The Guardian.
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