The old calendar listed many feast days dedicated to local saints.

Every year our community gathers to celebrate the Feast of Fasting with prayers, food, and charity.

We celebrated the Minor Feast with family and friends after morning prayers.

Every year our neighbors invite us to the Ramadan Feast, where families exchange sweets and offer prayers to mark the end of fasting.

Children eagerly await the Sugar Feast, when we share sweets and visit relatives to mark the end of Ramadan.

Every year our community gathers to pray and blow the shofar on the Feast of Trumpets, marking a time of reflection and renewal.

At the annual Feast of Asses, villagers donned motley and mockingly paraded a makeshift bishop through the streets.

The village revived the old bull feast each summer to entertain visitors.

After months of hype, the product launch turned out to be a Barmecide feast.

A true smell-feast could always be found at the long communal table, savoring dishes and trading recommendations.