Here it's the Sunday of the Branches (ramos) not Palm Sunday, but - on the other hand - the palms are freshly cut and abundant. As Margaret Jane and I were waiting for the procession, people came by and handed us big bunches of palms and then a stalk of golden seeds, coyo was the name, I think. Properly be-palmed, we headed for Santa Lucia just far enough ahead of the procession to get a seat.
The church was more than full, as it always is at the big feasts, and when two men carried the image of Jesus up the aisle in a cloud of incense, it was grand to see that Jesus, too, was holding palms. The long and beautiful liturgy followed, and together we all began the celebration of Holy Week.
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