Before heading to Paco for the Santo Sepulcro de Paco Fuesta, I went to Quiapo first to buy some stuff. I found myself standing in front of church while checking my to-buy list. It was almost lunch time and there were only few people blocking the magnificent view of the church. I suddenly felt the urge to bring out my cam out and start taking photos.
As I would describe Quiapo to other people, it’s the perfect irony. Fortune tellers at the Plaza Miranda, vendors selling amulets & medallions and forbidden medicines, prostitutes lurking inside and outside the church (How did I know? I was approached by one.), culprits conspired with corrupt police officers, and who knows maybe pushers and drug users.
Despite of the negative image of Quiapo, the devotion to the Señor Nazareno remained strong. A lot of people still visit the church, falling in line just to touch the Señor Nazareno.
As I would describe Quiapo to other people, it’s the perfect irony. Fortune tellers at the Plaza Miranda, vendors selling amulets & medallions and forbidden medicines, prostitutes lurking inside and outside the church (How did I know? I was approached by one.), culprits conspired with corrupt police officers, and who knows maybe pushers and drug users.
Despite of the negative image of Quiapo, the devotion to the Señor Nazareno remained strong. A lot of people still visit the church, falling in line just to touch the Señor Nazareno.