Pamplona said goodbye yesterday at midnight to the Sanfermines of 2023 with a massive “Poor me” that officially closed 204 uninterrupted hours of partying in the street, although many extended them throughout the early morning to coincide with the start of the weekend.
The recently elected mayor of Pamplona, ??Cristina Ibarrola, made her debut in the leading role of the act and at 12 o’clock at night she went out onto the balcony of the Town Hall, on a square packed with people who already carried their lit candles as a prelude to the mourning that they would be announced.
Thus, the mayoress, before removing the red scarf from her neck, which hundreds of thousands of people have worn in the city in the last 9 days since the chupinazo was launched in this very place, stated: “Pamploneses, Pamplonesas, se The San Fermín festivities have finished”.
“We have experienced incredible parties together, with record participation and number of visitors, and all thanks to each and all of you, who have been the best ambassadors of Pamplona”, he said to pronounce the no less expected and cheered phrase: “Ya there is less to go for the 2024 Sanfermines. Long live San Fermín, gora San Fermín!”
The citizens, with their handkerchiefs already untied and held high above their heads, responded by singing the traditional “Poor me, poor me, the San Fermín festivities are over” with the brass band, while the final firecracker was heard in the background. that was burned in the Plaza de los Burgos as the closing of the Sanfermines.
But shortly after, and as befits an act like this that mixes sadness with partying, the square exploded again between music and revelry, with the singing of “January 1, February 2, March 3…” to celebrate that in less than a year the Sanfermines will be reissued in Pamplona, ??although this time we have to wait one more day, because 2024 is a leap year.
Thus, the music of the peñas, which was concentrated in the nearby Plaza del Castillo, resumed its festive character, with happy and boisterous songs that from time to time alternated with the sad “Poor me”, although the revelry quickly gained to grief, with a celebration that is already done with the red handkerchief knotted on the wrist.
