Outside of the museum I hear music and a slow drum beat. As I step out of the museum, still under the influence of the exhibition, the surrealism seems to continue: I look right into a procession of a group of women who walk slowly by, seem to carry jointly a small coffin covered with flowers. Two priests follow them. A music brass band plays slow and loud some sad march music. I realise that this is not a funeral, but simply a religious Sunday procession, and the "coffin" is just the wooden base of a statue of some woman saint. Still, after coming from Dali's art exibition, it feels not quite real. There are also old men, carrying some sort of big sticks, then there are old women dressed in black traditional costumes with some head gown. And other people carry flags. The procession stops in front of a hospital where the balconies on the first flor are covered with flags, and people there throw down flower petals. A strange ritual is done with that carried statue, it is moved forward, backwards, then sideways. Seems to be some sort of blessing.