Mists and the Cabalgata (Epiphany) descended upon the streets of my pueblo. With everyone wrapped up, we waited in freezing fog, in silence, until the echoes of hooves announced their coming. They materialised from the soup, Three Kings on mules greeted by screaming villagers.
Children flooded the cobbles under a shower of sweets, pooling around the animals’ saddlebags from which spilled the sugary swathe. It was bedlam and, as adults joined the frenzy, I reflected...
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