Or Happy Easter.
It is Good Friday, and today in Perpignan there is the annual procession
‘The Confraternity de la Sanch’ (The Brotherhood of the Holy Blood),
a tradition that dates to the 15th century. Sacred relics are carried
from the Chapel of the Devout Christ to the Cathedral as women dressed
in black mourn and the faces of the ‘condemned prisoners’ are covered
– many walk with bare feet, in penitance.
I have chosen a less sombre approach this year. As hot cross buns
(my usual Easter breakfast) are not to be found, I toasted slices of
Panettone, ground fresh coffee, and chose to greet the garden
– celebrating instead, new life.