Flemming and I found ourselves inadvertently attending Good Friday mass at the plaza of Templo de San Roque.
This loosely triangular plaza in front of the crumbling church, has permanent seats and theatre lights in place for outdoor performances. It also happens to be a great place to hang out in the late afternoons, when the shadows lengthen and throw sections of the plaza into deep shade, without hampering the colour and texture of the rest.
It was the first of many favourite spots which Flemming and I found to shoot in Guanajuato, and one we find ourselves going back to.
It was on one of these returns that we found ourselves a part of the congregation during Easter mass, while a plaster Christ was being pulled up against the Templo walls during the reenactment of the Crucifixion. Being the only heathen product of a devout Christian family, I’ve been to church enough to follow the Spanish service without too much difficulty. But unfamiliar with Catholic elements, especially in the local context (I grew up in an Anglican household in Singapore), the significance of the various figures and traditions were lost on me. So I will share pictures instead.