Streets away from the Cathedral were peaceful when we were there. Peaceful enough for a catnap.
But flags still flapped in the breeze. Toledo was gussied up, as it has been for about the past 600 years, for the Feast of Corpus Christi.
Sheeting for shade, banners, lanterns and cones of flowers remained hung over the city’s narrow streets following the musical celebrations and solemn religious processions associated with the annual June event.
We missed the feast day itself, but enjoyed the leftover decorations.