Easter Wells and Passion statues

It's Good Friday, and due to one of my Aged Parents being away, holidaying with a related young one in need of a mentor, I and my other Aged Parent made the annual trip to visit the Easter Wells in Franconian Switzerland earlier than usual, which means you get my annual pic spam earlier as well. Also the weather after a sunny March decided to become absolutely frightful, and it's supposed to snow tomorrow, so we figured to visit the lovely wells with their self painted eggs as long as going was good. We also attended the early morning passion walk, which was a first for me (and having been to Jerusalem, I can assure you the hills of my hometown are just as tough; especially at 5 am at 2° Centigrade). The man carrying the cross up and down no less than three Bamberg hills must have trained the whole year for that one. But while the sun didn't shine, dawn over a sleeping city and three thousand or so people marching carried awe with it.

( Proof and beautiful wells below the cut )