El corpus de Granada

Every year, at the end of May or the beginning of June, sixty days after Easter Sunday, the Nasrid city becomes more beautiful than ever, which is already difficult. He decks himself in his best suits. Burlap canopies are placed. Multi-colored lights and different geometric silhouettes are hung that will remind the ordinary citizen that the greater days of the city are approaching. An official poster with all the festivities programming is presented. Pennants, pennants, streamers, oriflamas and necklaces add to the tonality of the city with their varied range of joy and showiness. The fairgrounds begin to revive again with the assembly of booths and barracks in which, for about nine days, everything will be joy and bustle. The albero that bathes the Martinetes, Verdiales, Reja, Polo, Vito, Caña, Zambra and Maimones streets begins to be watered so that the "dust" does not cloud the traditional parade of carriages and horsemen. The swings flood the street of Hell while the disco booths are already busy trying their thunderous music devices. Cotton stalls, churros, hamburgers, hot dogs, kebabs, corn, sweets and nougat are installed as fleetingly as the time they will last in the perimeter of Almanjáyar. And it is that Granada is solemnly preening for its main festival. A festival, that of Corpus Christi, which will reach its highest point when the Blessed Sacrament, smelling of sedge, rosemary and mastranzo, walks through the streets that Thursday that shines brighter than the sun and in which all the devotees wear their best clothes.