Here are some photos of the sardine’s funeral at El Llanito. As you can see, the sardine itself is much smaller than the one in Los Sauces, but I love those bee-stung lips!
Unlike most places, the bier was carried by the sardine’s widows. Like most places, the widows were very tall and muscular.
There’s a long tradition of political protest at carnival. I saw one woman with a placard in support of the Spanish judge Baltasar Garzón, who was expelled from the judiciary recently, officially for illegal wire-tapping, although it’s widely believed that it had more to do with his investigations of the hundred thousand-or-so people who disappeared under Franco’s rule.
In general, the costumes were cheaper and more imaginative than the ones at the bigger fiestas. I particularly liked this “old lady”, who kept insisting on more rum in her drink.
And of course, the funeral ended with a cremation and fireworks. After that there was a band playing 60s music, but I had to work in the morning, so I went home