To The Bullfights!
In a small village nearby, they staged a bullfight.
Seeing the banners, Grand-Dad, C and I had to go and see it first hand, for the first time.
It was fairly traditional- costumes, horses, some well dressed people. And in a small stadium that I'm sure had been around for 100 years.
But it was more gory than we expected. The death of the bull is bloody and tragic.
The three of walked away from it grateful for the experience, but not inclined to go again.
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