The crowds surged through the streets of Seville, and my second-youngest son and I moved with them. They moved steadily, stopping not only for tapas and cervezas (beer) as one does here, but also to pause, look, discuss and take photographs. For on this Corpus Christi eve, shops, groups and churches had set up beautifully decorated altars in windows and street corners and hung banners from balconies. Surrounded by gleaming silver, rich banners and bountiful flowers, Jesus, Mary and the saints and countless cherubim greeted us, and we greeted them. Corpus Christi had not been on my mind when I booked this trip to Seville. I didn’t make the connection until well into the planning. But now, mid-June is here and so are we, ready to take it in.