I’ve said it before: You want magic in San Miguel de Allende? Then just step out your front door.
Today, it was the arrival of the procession honoring Our Lady of Guadalupe. The cavalcade of the holy and horses turned onto Callejon San Antonio at noon sharp and proceeded to walk in stops and starts toward the Parroquia de San Antonio de Padua.
Progress was halting because there were hundreds of people attempting to fill the already busy square for the celebration of the Mass.
Marking progress was the exuberant ringing of the Church spire bells and the periodic discharge of cohetes into the blue sky above the humble church.
Here are some of the scenes from the arrival of the processioners, a humbling study of devotion.
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I love your posts, especially your photography
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Thank you, Jim.
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Great post Robert! (As always!) – Pachi
PS Who is that beautiful woman with the pup? 😉
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Thanks, Pachi!
Ah, the woman of mystery.
All I know is that on certain nights she stands in that window dressed in black and bathed in the soft glow of the full moon. She sings sad songs of loves and lives past and regrets for things not done.
Many brave men stand beneath her window with tears in their eyes but none dares speak to her. The best they can hope for is to capture the one blood-red rose that she plucks from her bodice and tosses into the street before fading away like a ghost.
Some say she is the spirit of a broken woman who haunts a nearby cantina. Others insist that she is very real. Others insist that she does not exist and that the men only gather in the street to swap lies and share a bottle.
That is all I can tell you. my friend. I went back to look at the photo and there was only an open door on the second-floor balcony. No woman.No dog.
Nothing more. Nothing more. Nothing more.
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Ooooooh, now I can hear the makings of a new song . . . 🎸 🎼 🎸 ‼️
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I want you to duet it with Maria Sanchez!
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