It’s high noon, the sun burns, the horses are neighing. Any moment Zorro could jump from one of the Western houses in El Rocio to save an endangered Flamenco Beauty. But the masked man isn’t coming. Probably because El Rocio is neither located in New Mexico, nor in Texas, but in Spains southernmost Andalusia. Here, near the Atlantic coast, Europe looks more like a Wild West movie scene than anywhere else. Behind the scenes however, there is no film set, but an almost entirely deserted place of pilgrimage. Only at Pentecost the number of inhabitants of this weird ghost town swells to 1.5 million. Almost all pilgrims are traveling on horseback. Also, in order not to loose the beauty of the adjacent Coto Doñana national park and its wild inhabitants on their journey.
I shot the story in autumn 2013 for BamS.