And on to the bullfight.

After the running/taunting of the bulls, everyone who hasn't already been up all night drinking goes into the streets to have a few. The picture below is from around 1 PM today; the bars are a bit more full so people just spill out of them onto the street.


By early afternoon, it's time to watch a few bulls be put to death in a fairly cruel manner:

...and why not some whiskey while we are at it?



I hypnotize you with the power of my incredibly tight pants....

Evidently part of the "art" of bullfighting is for the bullfighter to get really close to the animal as it pants, nearly completely exhausted, and bleeds to death. Here the bullfighter is demonstrating this skill before he finaly killed it by sticking a sword into it. He met with great applause, in part because he killed the bull quickly, so they cut off both the bull's ears and gave them to him. He promptly threw both ears into the stands like prize footballs or baseballs.



I had enough of bull killing so I spent the rest of the afternoon taking a walk in the countryside. The walls of the old city are visible in the background, some pigs in the foregroud. Pork is huge in the Castillian diet.