The woman in front of us kept nodding off during the late afternoon outdoor mass which precedes the parading of St. Istvan's hand. It had been a long, full day already, but I attribute her plight more to the murmur of the monotone chanting typical of any Catholic mass.
When we went back down to the riverbank we discovered that others had a better idea for dealing with the heat and tired legs.
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