Today, crosses made of palm leaves, sprigs of olive and flowers are tucked into the plumed and gleaming helmets of the bandsmen and women.
Bay leaves are scattered outside the churches and crushed on the pavement when the saint passes by, flanked by priests and an armed guard. The bells ring out, clang out, all over town.
All weekend, there has been a magical feel to the old town, as musicians strike up here, there and everywhere, just when and where you least expect it, with the Sea Scouts leaders giving out Easter Week programmes and special bread on Lazarus Saturday.
That's about it.
Love Maddie x