I happened to pass it at the end of a walk around the Pico do Facho and got some of the ambiance where everyone boards fishing boats and they make a round of the bay.
In the town itself, a lot of people had gathered for the procession and although it rained from time to time, nobody seemed to mind.
When I got back to Machico in a very hot and full bus, my underwear had dried. I had to put it inside because the intermittent rain kept it wet, but after a day everything is now dry.
I hope I can dry the rest of the laundry outside - if I get it done because I haven't found a washing machine yet. Otherwise it'll be Canaries.
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