Holy Week in Seville - The Days of Holy Week

The Days of Holy Week

Below is a list of the brotherhoods which make penance each day, as of 2010, with the traditional year of establishment (or first procession to the Cathedral for those founded in the last century), and a few notes. The names in the list are those in common usage.

They are ordered in the same sequence as they enter the Cathedral. Unlike other locations, this sequence is not related to the scenes of the Passion their images depict, but on an historically grown set of rules of precedence, tradition, canonical needs, agreements between brotherhoods and logistical considerations.

Rain (or serious menace of) may imply that a procession will not start or be interrupted at any point of its journey, seeking refuge in a suitable nearby church. Interrupted processions are resumed only in very limited circumstances; called-off ones never.

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