Virgins Come…Virgins Go…

My Almohad refuge has been busy of late. Every year around this time the locals take their beloved virgin down from its mountain hideaway to great pagan-like fanfare. Tears are shed, songs are sung and flowers cut…but less wine that one would expect, gotta travel further south for that I suppose.

She’s then placed on display in the main cathedral for a week or 2 and in true Barbie style, has her dress changed everyday. The streets around are busy all day with people coming and going, guessing the colour of her dress and thus currying themselves a bit more favour with their man above. Picturesque if you’re on vacation, slightly annoying if you are late for work.