Before becoming other emigrant, I
used to live in Granada, Spain. Specifically in a town called Ogíjares. I grew
up there, and there I met some of the stuff that define me. Maybe, the first or
second church in which I came in was the Church of Saint Anne, in the low
neighbourhood. I want to dedicate this post to it because there is a curious
episode in it. It doesn’t mean that there are not another interesting things
and stories in Ogíjares, but now we just have time for this.
This story goes back four hundred years, when it was decided to build a new church over the remains of a first church built on the same place that the primitive mosque. This new church was dedicated to Saint Anne, the mother of the Virgin. The style was that which spread on the most of the parishes those years, Mudejar. Under elaborated traceries and muqarnas it was built a altarpiece dedicated to Saint Anne dated in 1567. The panels in the centre division were made by Diego de Pesquera. But, if we stare carefully at it, we would notice that something is missing, exactly on the first floor, a panel has vanished and a little wooden figure of Christ-Child has taken its place.
