When more than two decades ago I discovered the Festivals of Moros and Christians of Villena, I could never imagine that they were going to become my most desired feast, haunting me of a city full of personality, that has so exalted in these pages my dear Antonio Sempere. The cornerstone in the parades is its rhythm. A brilliant and resounding rhythm, typical of the Vinalopó, articulating a liturgy that directs the ends of each block or squad, a…
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When more than two decades ago I discovered the Festivals of Moros and Christians of Villena, I could never imagine that they were going to become my most desired feast, haunting me of a city full of personality, that has so exalted in these pages my dear Antonio Sempere. The cornerstone in the parades is its rhythm. A brilliant and resounding rhythm, typical of the Vinalopó, articulating a liturgy that directs the ends of each block or squad, a…