They took us to a view-point from which there was a magnificent valley to be seen.

And, here, we found one of the finest echoes possible.

Rockets were exploded and the noise was echoed from hill to hill around the great amphitheatre; it was like a long reverberation of thunder, but it sank and swelled, sank and swelled, repeatedly, until it seemed that it would never stop.

Service over, the procession formed, and the _santito_ was brought out before the church.
The townspeople were arranged and the view taken.

We were then invited in to breakfast, which was fine.