Infinite feelings, like emotions. To the rhythm of an out of tune drum and drumsticks. Short and to the point… this is the processional feeling of the people of León. ‘Sewn’ to the heart of a people which lives like few the «Week of Ten Days»....

«El maragato en la torre y en la plaza el negrillón» is the verse of a song that my mother used to sing frequently during the summers that we spent in the house of my grandparents in Vegaquemada during my childhood. My mother, Rosario, and...

There She was, always surrounded by flowers and burning candles. I was 10 years old and very happy to have been chosen as an altar boy in León’s Cathedral. I was struck in the midst of such beauty by that image of the Virgin Mary...