“The wigs of lawyers could hardly acquire their modern significance until other people stopped wearing wigs”
Eric Hobsbawm. The Invention of Tradition.

I’m not sure what to make of the Rocio pilgrimage (link with a great old photo). It’s a revealingly Andaluz spectacle, with casual stapling of scraps of what people really want to do (travel and camp with friends, drink, get dressed up) to a religious manilla folder of devotion and faith-based healthcare.
More on this when I’m able, but for now it brings one of those clifftop gulps to think how we got to here, where an ox in the city streets is a miracle and a news helicopter is unregarded background.