Closed for Semana Santa

When Victor Hugo recently announced his policy of closing nightclubs during the peak nights of Semana Santa, we all thought what a properly canny move this was. Being a protestant, he possibly doesn't really care all that much, but the imminence of Cuaresma has permitted him a quick political win, whereby he might show that lot who's really boss — 'If you want to live under my roof, you have to live under my rules' (many of which he laid down last time he was in charge here) — whilst simultaneously recruiting the spontaneous finger-pointing contributions of all those dedicated panza verdes that seriously loathe the pseudo-antros; folk who might be afraid to stick their heads above the parapet at any other time of year. And he can always rake in the revenue by fining any businesses that choose to violate the order. Of course our alcalde was perhaps being just a tad optimistic overall , because come April, the processions (let alone the nightclubs) are likely to end up massively under-subscribed thanks to Covid-19. 
Surely only a certifiable, irresponsible lamebrain would choose to circulate around packed venues this spring.  (It really doesn't take much to bring international travel to an almost complete halt. During a trip up to Tulum in the autumn of 2009 at the height of the 'swine flu' panic — and it was mostly just a panic — I ended up having the place pretty much all to myself.)