Seville has a strong tradition of resolute (fanatical?) Catholicism. So you can buy little pottery penitents at various points around the city. The pointed hood that covers the head is so that you can perform your public penitence without anyone actually knowing who you are. What the purpose of a public penitence then is, I'm not sure.
In other news, it's very cold here. People say it might actually snow. Which is unheard-of: apparently it snowed once about one hundred years back, certainly before my grandmother-in-law (who has claimed to be eighty-four for at least the last five years) was born.
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