Along with thousands of other gluttons for punishment, Jürgen and I returned to the beach on Sunday afternoon for the rescheduled Mascletà Napolitana. This time, we were in luck — although the rain had been a constant threat all day, it didn’t begin until after the fireworks had already started.
For 20 minutes, the mascletà thundered on Malvarossa beach. Massive booms, and special tricks like whistling fireworks, and an explosion which revealed a parachuting Valencian flag delighted the on-lookers.
The overcast skies made it a gray affair, not nearly as beautiful as last year’s. But for those dedicated enough to show up, it was still pretty awesome.