Right after we got home, I popped over to the church to see what was going on there. The ribbons are still purple. The internet said they would be black. I don't know what to believe anymore. The Christ icon has been taken from the cross, and a huge bier is now sitting in the front of the church. It's decorated beautifully with flowers, none of which are fake. I don't think any were stuck there by visitors.
It was quiet when I went. Only three other people were inside the church with me, one of whom was the caretaker. I don't know what her exact role within the church is, but she is there constantly--cleaning, decorating, organizing, etc. In my head, she's the church mom, but I'd love to know who she actually is.
The bells are still mourning, as people trickle in and out to pay their respects. The street vendors are setting up around the block. They'll sell candles for the procession tonight. I need to charge my camera, and figure out what we're having for dinner.