The procession is still going on. I only walked partway, so I could come home and try to catch it from above. I bought my candle from one of the street vendors because I wanted to save our other ones for tomorrow. I lit my candle with the flame from a little girl's candle. I don't know if that's how you're supposed to do it--politely shoving your candle into someone else's--but that's what I did. We walked down the middle of the road, which had been strewn with rose petals.
I can hear fireworks going off in the distance. I guess people couldn't wait until tomorrow.
The bells are still mourning.
It was hard to take photos in the dark without being obvious. Other people were using flash, but they can speak Greek, understand local customs, and are actually Greek Orthodox. You're stuck with my grainy creep shots.
|That thing just right of center is the cross.|
|That thing coming down the stairs in the middle is the decorated bier.|
The church is dark now, except for the outside lights. I'm watching for the procession to return to see what happens. If it's anything noteworthy, I'll let you know.