In that segment, Pontius Pilate offered the crowd a choice between sparing Jesus or the thief Barabbas. Bailiff was to repeat this piece of business for every car that stopped in front of him. He was married to the bit. The episodes were mostly wordless, but signs planted along the route provided running scriptural wisdom as we motored on. To their right, a young disciple tended to a serving cart that was stocked with bottles of Evian water.
Political assassination can make anyone hot and thirsty.
Bless you, drive through When our tour was completed, we turned right around and queued up again, just to brush up on anything we might have missed. No one seemed to mind. After our second and last trip, we ceded our place in line to new souls that might need saving. A fleet of motorcycles passed by, followed by a Mercedes convertible piloted by a gentleman in full Islamic regalia. Ah, the loyal opposition.