Verges Passion Play
Every year on Maundy Thursday at 10:00 p.m., Passion Play takes place on the Plaça Major in Verges.
The spectacularly famous dance of death then moves through the streets of the village as a procession.
The meadows at the gates of Verges will be organized from 9 p.m. in an organized manner. Unknown to the place, we follow the convoy and end up at the barrier to the town center. We don’t have tickets yet and will be sent to the ticket booth. This is at the other end of forget and not easy to find. When we finally got back to the Plaça Major, we were referred to the seats in tightly crowded rows of chairs. The spectacle begins punctually with the bell at 10 p.m. The amateur actors speak Catalan. Since the story is well known, it is easy to follow. You can also find a summary in all languages on the Internet at www.laprocesso.com.
spectacle | Processional train through the alleys
The color of the costumes comforts over some lengths of the piece. At around midnight, the spectacle formed into a processional procession through the streets. We quickly secure good seats in a narrow alley. The procession is impressive. The dead dance, the Romans swing the lances and the penitents are camouflaged under pointed hats. The saints roll past on wagons decorated with flowers. Jesus drags on the cross, and some girls laboriously carry Mary on their shoulders. The ornamental flowers smell intoxicating. The acting is of idiosyncratic charm. The scenery of the town’s medieval facades underlines the drama. All Verges bars and shops are open all night. The place vibrates. The locals with their guests are on the balconies.
Despite the mystical topic, there is a folk festival atmosphere.
Conclusion: An experience not to be missed. From 24.00, you can experience the opulent Passion Train through the medieval town even without a ticket. But if you want to conquer a good place in the narrow streets, you should take a stand in good time and patiently. The rush increases from year to year. Despite the mystical topic, there is a folk festival atmosphere. We get out of the hustle and bustle around 3 a.m. and look for a place under a patio heater in the Mas Pi restaurant on the outskirts. The night has become very cold. A glass of sparkling wine enlivens our spirits. The procession is slowly coming to an end. The Mas Pi has filled up to the last seat. Here we celebrate until tomorrow.
