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Semana Santa 2014

I’ve wanted to return to Seville since visiting in 2006 and I’ve been particularly keen to see the Holy Week celebrations. So it was a lovely treat when Paul’s mum offered us the spare room in their house on Calle Levíes for Easter weekend. The salmon-coloured residence is on a quiet street, less than a five minute walk from Plaza del Triunfo and the Real Alcázar. You couldn’t have hoped for a better location.


We arrived bright and early on Jueves Santo (Maundy Thursday), collected the house keys, changed into clothing more appropriate for the 32°C heat, and then headed out for lunch at Vineria San Telmo, a local restaurant recommended by our host Maria. Sated by quails eggs on jamón ibérico, cod in Andalusian stew, and a salmon, strawberry and potato salad – delicious and inexpensive – we decided to wander down to Avenida de la Constitución and take in some sights. I’ll never tire of strolling round the centre of this city: it’s so impressive and elegant, yet so down-to-earth and welcoming. With the sun beating down, we only really managed to circumnavigate the cathedral before requiring an ice-cream stop. A well-timed pit-stop, as it turns out, since – as we dropped down to the bank of the Guadalquivir river – we bumped into our first procession of nazarenos.

IMG_4659Now, for the uninitiated, there are various terms you need to become familiar with when taking part in Semana Santa. Nazarenos are members of the different hermandades or cofradías (brotherhoods), who dress in long robes and capes, with a capirote (cone-shaped hood) to hide their identity. The colours of the robes and hoods let you know which brotherhood you are seeing. This cofradía was La Exaltación and we were lucky enough to see the cruz de guia (the cross carried at the head of the procession) and the fifty-strong brass band passing over Puente de San Telmo and past the Torre del Oro. I was very excited! The processions are very dignified, sombre affairs, but many are also family events, with little children proudly dressed in their robes and eager to keep up with their parents. We watched as hundreds of nazarenos filed past, dressed in purple and white, carrying their incense and silver staffs. Buoyed by the experience, I was keen to see more. But after our early morning flight and mindful of the long evening ahead, Paul sensibly suggested we return to the house for a short siesta, followed by a glass of wine or two on our rooftop terrace (oh, yes!).

IMG_4861Refreshed, we were all set to enjoy the Madrugá, the pinnacle of Holy Week where several processions run throughout the night and into the morning of Good Friday. But first: tapas. Our initial stop was at Bodeguita La Parihuela, a small bar on Pasaje de Vila in Barrio Santa Cruz. I started on the rum and coke, conscious of the need to stay alert, and we sampled the grilled octopus, lomo and sheep’s cheese. Nipping down to the main plaza, we managed to catch a glimpse of the El Valle brotherhood exiting the cathedral with their glorious paso. The paso is the main event of every procession: it’s the float carrying the particular sculpture of that cofradía. It might be Christ on the cross, the Virgin Mary or another representation from the Bible. The word paso is from the latin ‘passus’, meaning suffering, and the float is a very large and ornately decorated wooden structure carried by a team of costaleros, the strong (and increasingly tired) men who are hidden below. The costaleros usually wear a faja (a wide belt to protect their back) and a costal (a piece of fabric that looks like a turban, to protect their head). Rather them than me!


Armed with a street map and procession schedule, we next weaved our way through the crowds to the corner of Calle Placentines and Calle Argote de Molina, the perfect position to see the Pasión brotherhood passing through. We literally had a front row spot as the solemn troop, all dressed in black and spattered liberally with wax from their long cirio candles, filed past. The paso – Christ carrying the cross – was beautiful. People craned from balconies to see and women in black dress with the traditional mantilla lace covering cried and made the sign of the cross as it passed by. Very dramatic! Following the paso were more nazarenos and then hundreds of penitentes, members of the procession who repent of their sins by carrying a heavy wooden cross over their shoulder. The penitentes are distinguishable because they don’t wear the stiff capirote cone, but have a drooping hood instead and usually walk barefoot.

IMG_4708After a quick tortilla and glass of wine at Bodega Santa Cruz on Calle Rodrigo Caro, we studied the schedule again. It was about 1am, so we rushed across town to try to see the El Silencio brotherhood leaving their church. This is the most grave of all the processions and, as the name suggests, onlookers are required to be silent as it passes. Unfortunately, we were too far towards the back of the huge crowd this time to see anything, so retreated to the streets around the Ayuntamiento de Sevilla (City Hall) for more rum. Not sure where best to try next, we started walking in the direction of the crowds along Avenida de la Constitución and happened upon the paso of El Gran Poder (the Great Power), then skirted around the cathedral to Plaza del Triunfo and found ourselves trapped, completely hemmed in by the crowds. Fortuitously, the gathered masses were there to see El Silencio. This time we were in a prime spot to silently watch the thousands of slow-marching nazarenos, the stunning paso and the penitentes. Crawling into bed at 3.30am, I had a huge smile on my face. What a way to start the weekend!


We slept in on the morning of Viernes Santo (Good Friday), but I couldn’t be held back for long. A half-hour walk across town found us at Puerta de la Macarena, the monumental arch at the end of the old city walls, a choice spot to witness the end of the Esperanza Macarena procession.

IMG_4777This is the longest and most splendid of the routes, starting at midnight and finishing back at the Basilica of Nuestra Señora de la Esperanza Macarena (Our Lady of Hope Macarena) over 13 hours later. Of over 100 different pasos, big and small, that form part of the 58 processions over the seven days of Semana Santa, this paso is the most anticipated and celebrated. We weren’t disappointed. After waiting patiently for about half an hour, guarding our position from over-zealous locals and tourists alike, we watched in stunned awe for the next hour as the float was carried slowly around the square, through the arch and into the church. At times the procession halted, allowing the crowd to listen to the refrains of a saeta, a wailing song of sorrow and repentance performed from one of the balconies overlooking the square. And as the Virgin finally re-entered her home, the crowds threw flowers and shouted ” Guapa!” (beautiful). It was an unmissable experience.

Our feet certainly needed a rest after that, so we made our way to La Azotea on Calle Jesus del Gran Poder for some lunch. White asparagus; toast with tomato jam, burrata and anchovy; and a modern twist on paella – a restaurant I’d really recommend. We liked it so much that we returned to their branch on Mateos Gago for breakfast the next day. Feeling energised, we walked down to Plaza de España. We sat on the tiled benches for a while, marvelling at its splendour, and watch the hapless tourists attempt to row their girlfriends round the pond, then crossed into Parque de Maria Luisa for a stroll through the cool gardens.


More wine on the terrace and more late-night tapas, this time at Las Teresas on Calle Santa Teresa, where we enjoyed cured meats and cheese surrounded by hanging hams and bull-fighting memorabilia. The second stop was a bar on the opposite bank of the river (I’ve forgotten it‘s name) where we ate oxtail with chickpeas and grilled prawns. Ideally located – as was the plan – we were then able to catch the El Cachorro brotherhood processing over Puente Isabel II bridge at midnight. We saw both the cruz and the Cristo de la Expiración paso, regarded as one of the masterpieces of Semana Santa. Splendid work! And, as a bonus, on our route home we passed the cofradía of La O, with their silken purple robes and beautiful crying Virgin surrounded by giant white candles.

IMG_4748On Sábado Santo (Holy Saturday) we took a rest from the processions and concentrated on sight-seeing. The morning was taken up with a tour of the stunning Real Alcázar, with its fusion of Spanish Christian and Moorish architecture, and the afternoon was spent in the grand cathedral. Paul was delighted to buy audio guides in both places and happily navigated us round, signalling points of interest and repeating anecdotes. For more information, check out my previous post on Andalucía. In the evening, we caught a flamenco show at the Auditorio Alcantara on Ximenez de Enciso. This was only my second ever flamenco show and I loved it. The passion and energy are fabulous and we were treated to an amazing guitarist, wonderful singer and two very accomplished dancers. As well as being a New Orleans trombone player and a ribbon acrobat worthy of Cirque du Soleil, I now also want to train to be a flamenco dancer. It’s important to set achievable goals.

IMG_4826After the show, we weaved through the crowds to get to Mechela on Calle Bailen, the only restaurant of the holiday that I’d booked in advance. We were joined by Paul’s mum, Alison, Jean and their friends, who hadn’t managed to avoid the masses quite so well, but who had caught a couple of bonus processions as a result. The food and wine at Mechela was really top notch. We shared large plates of delicious arroz negro with seafood and crispy iberican rice with pork loin, then each ordered an individual dish. I had grilled squid stuffed with black pudding and apple, and I stole tastes of Paul’s venison, Judy’s cod with beetroot and Jean’s salmon tartar. All were fantastic. And luckily we had room for some torrija for dessert. It’s a traditional dish of Semana Santa: sliced, fried bread soaked in milk, eggs, honey (and in this case sherry). Yum!

And so we came to the end of our short break: Domingo de Resurrección (Easter Sunday). It seems slightly strange to me that after such an outpouring of grief and drama for six solid days, there is only one celebratory procession on the Sunday. I would personally have thought that the rising of the Saviour deserves a bigger billing, but it’s obviously not as much of a deal as his suffering. As it turns out, this lone parade was also the only one to be cancelled this year due to the threat of rain. No mind; it gave us the opportunity to visit Casa de Pilatos, which I wouldn’t have missed for the world. The 15th century palace has quickly leaped up my list of favourite buildings in the world, with its harmonious blend of Mudéjar, renaissance and romantic styles and floor-to-ceiling moorish tiles. The tour of the upstairs rooms by a Spanish Stepford Wife crossed with a Dr Who-style cyborg also added a good dose of humour. A great way to end the weekend!


Doorways of the World

People who know me well, know that I love a good door. Big, small, flat, knobbly, wood, metal, brightly coloured, old and peeling, leading to interesting places or leading nowhere at allI love them all! It’s a bit weird, to be honest. But I’m going to bore you with some of my favourites of recent years anyway

dublin door 2Dublin: 2012


Otford, Kent: 2013

IMG_0860New Orleans: 2012


IMG_1803Oxford: 2011

IMG_2363Wapping: 2013

14 - Door knockerDurham: 2003



Nuremberg c.1400, V&A: 2013

Havava (300)Havana: 2009

green doorGhent: 2013 (Credit: Alison Groombridge)


Seville is big. It’s the fourth largest city in Spain. It was founded by the Romans, occupied by the Moors, and latterly conquered by the Christian King Ferdinand III in the 13th century. The city – like much of Andalucía – is now an exciting mix of Gothic, Moorish and Renaissance architecture. So: it’s big and has lots of interesting things to see. Not a great idea to attempt to cover it in two days, then. But that’s what I did. Actually, my trip – in September 2006 – took in Córdoba and Granada as well. So, it was actually an attempt to cover the highlights of Andalucía in four days. Much better!

We stayed on the outskirts of the old quarter, a 30 minute walk to the imposing Cathedral of St. Mary.  Interestingly, for those of you paying attention, on its completion in the 16th century St. Mary unseated Aya Sofya as the world’s largest cathedral (see previous post for more on Istanbul).  Other interesting facts: it is the burial site of Christopher Columbus and its famous bell tower – the Giralda – was originally a minaret of the mosque that stood on the site.  There are ramps inside the Giralda, rather than stairs, so that the muezzin could ride on horseback to the top to call the people to prayer.  Don’t say I don’t try to teach you things!

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAAs impressive as the cathedral is, the Alcázar is more so.  The palace is the oldest still in use in Europe (being used by the Royal Family when they visit the city) and is a beautiful Mudéjar complex.  The Mudéjar were the Moors who remained in Iberia after the Christian conquest and the palace started life as a Moorish fort before being enhanced by subsequent monarchs in renaissance style.  It’s beautiful.  Archways, terraces, courtyards, gardens, and water features make an intricate yet peaceful compound.

We also explored the expansive, and cooling, Parque de Maria Luisa, a lovely area that contains Plaza de España and other monuments of the 1929 Exposición Ibero-Americana (World’s Fair), and we walked along parts of the Guadalquivir River, beside which stands the Torre del Oro watchtower.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAAfter all that sight-seeing (well…before, in-between, after, anytime we could really!) we ate in some amazing tapas bars and restaurants.  I can’t remember the names of them all, unfortunately, but I do remember the one I treated my dad to on his 50th birthday.  Bar Eslava, located in a pretty square in the San Lorenzo district, had been recommended by my friend Helen who lived in Seville for a short time.  I admit to being a little dubious when we passed earlier in the day to discover it was very small and completely empty, but I’m glad I kept the faith.  When we returned in the evening, people were queuing out of the door and the staff were run off their feet.  The menu was only in Spanish and we couldn’t decipher a word, so we just put our trust in the waiter and asked him to start by bringing us six things to try.  The best tapas I’ve ever had (sorry Chris!).  Pork cheek in sherry, marinated anchovies, stuffed mushrooms, jamón iberico, and so many more delights that I can’t now recall.  And by the time we’d finished, our food and wine came to about 25 euros in total.  I’d have felt a bit sheepish about choosing the place for ‘treat night’ except we both left with massive beams on our faces, so job done.


Our trip to Córdoba fell on the hottest day.  Luckily we spent much of our time in the cool and dark Mezquita.  Formerly a mosque and now a Catholic cathedral, the space is a fascinating fusion of the two and its main hall, with its multiple red and white striped arches, is stunning.  Back in the sun, the old town (the largest urban area in the world declared a UNESCO World Heritage site) was a wonderful place to wander around.  The Calleja de las Flores, with its postcard view back down to the Mezquita, was quite crowded, but the rest of the town was reasonably quiet and we enjoyed meandering through the streets and in-and-out of shaded courtyards.

P9300974Which leaves Granada…I saved the best ‘til last!  An early start was needed for the 3 hour train journey, but I’d happily have travelled ten times as far to see the Alhambra.  The Nasrid palace was built mostly in the 14th century, when it was converted into a palace from a fort by Yusuf I, the Sultan of Granada.  The Muslim rulers were attempting to create ‘paradise on earth’, and I’d say they came pretty darn close.  Together with the Generalife palace and gardens, the huge complex is simply breathtaking.  The architecture is hard to beat and the different layers and spaces reveal new delights around every corner, with reflecting pools, archways and fountains providing endless photo opportunities.  I’m not going to pretend I wasn’t clicking away the whole time.

Obviously, for a view of the Alhambra in its entirety you need to be on the other side of the valley.  The Albaicín district on the hill opposite, with its narrow Moorish streets and white-washed homes, has the perfect vantage point: Mirador San Nicholas.  With dusk approaching, I sat looking at the Alhambra dappled in golden light, with the Sierra Nevada mountains as a backdrop.  Heavenly.



After some seafood paella in a square near the cathedral, we headed back for the train.  What should have been a simple journey – if we’d have walked, as my dad suggested – became much more dramatic when it became clear our bus was headed for the coach station rather than the train station.  Given we were catching the last train of the day, the urgency of correcting our (my!) error was acute.  Stopping numerous times to ask baffled locals for directions, we sprinted in what we hoped was the general direction for about 20 mins, literally leaping on to the train just as it was about to depart.  Indiana Jones eat your heart out!  The train pulled out of the station and promptly stopped ten feet from the end of the platform for close to half an hour while a fault was seen to.  Typical!