Misteri of Procida 2024

When I was a little boy, my mother would tell me stories about her visit to Procida during the Holy Easter celebrations. I would listen wide-eyed as she described large crowds moving and praying in procession as they wound their way along the narrow, winding roads of the village. Lights flickering from the candles that the crowds were carrying as they moved in procession up the hills. She described silhouettes of hooded people, some carrying crucifixes and others large statues on their shoulders. She also described a sea as black as coal, reflecting the tiny lights of the island. The memory of these images remained imprinted in my mind, and I knew that one day I, too, would visit Procida during Holy Week. Finally, an opportunity arrived and off I set from Rome armed with a few items of clothing and my cameras.