Procession of the Holy Blood.

St.-Leo brass band, Bruges

Long, long ago, I was a member of one of the local brass bands.
Every year we had to participate in the procession of the Holy
Blood.
Quite a nice experience, as long as it was not too warm that day.
The band belongs to the local scout movement. But the red tunic
and classic campaign hat are not ideal for warm summerdays.
Lots of people say we look more like Canadian Mounties than
boy scouts. They have a point there.
This year, doña B., don G. and I went on a beautiful day in May
to Bruges to see the procession.
The event itself is marvellous and is certainly worth the trip.
To my satisfaction I saw my old brass band again. And eighty
poor lads sweating in their uniforms.