The Bullfight

Madrid’s main bullfighting stadium. Party atmosphere outside…

I went to a bullfight in Madrid. It was pure Roman Empire-style pageantry: the crowd had style, the cigar smoke wafted, the matadors pranced like bantam roosters, and the bulls died. I’m glad I went, but I’ll never go again.

I am neither the first, the most famous, nor the last outsider to wat…