The Bull Fight

Just back in Canada after three weeks in Europe, most of it following the most twisted roads on the map- of course that means the least visited places on the map as well. And places where everything happens by chance and good fortune. We had just pulled into a town north of Sevilla in Spain, looked like another quiet town of sun-drenched, white-washed houses with a touch of Africa thrown in, when Steve discovered a bull fight going on up the road. We caught the last twenty minutes of it- can’t say I am a big fan and the matador in this contest took many a stab before he brought the bull down making it look evenĀ  less glamourous. I’ll post a few other shots later today from the fight and more later from the trip. Still ice on the river here in NB. Hard to believe.