marriage to Charles VI, which took place right here in Barcelona.
As in most Catalan festivities, it involved many bobbing giants, loud cobla music, some type of a mass, and a human tower. I´m not quite sure how baroque cello music figures into all this, but ok, it was exciting
to participate in something on such a grand scale. Besides, I got some ice cream and slipped into a few stores for sales while waiting for the endless mass prayers and activities. I loved the feeling of being anonymously important, being both tourist as well as local, like a chameleon, knowing and not knowing, changing colors depending on the situation. Cool.
these giants are carried by ONE person. I was told the giants generally weigh near 50 kilos. This man (and all the other men) was not doing obscene things to the queen, but the only entrance into the giant is through the front pelvis area. What makes it worse is that they
need to look out from somewhere in there, so the natural place for a peephole (pun very much intended) is well, near the peehole...
we think this purple giant is the Giant from the near chapel, Sta. Maria del Pi (pun not intended). There is a great nursery song after this particular giant, which M loves.
view from the stage, I mean the altar, looking into the audience, I mean the congregation.
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