I was walking in the streets, pondering my fortune. I realized this is the Feria, a festival where the French try to pretend they are Spaniards for a few days… even though they failed to import the soul of Spain to France, I still had fun.

Well…we went to the Corrida, where they let BULLS LOOSE IN THE STREETS! A few bulls galloped rapidly down crowded, narrow streets surrounded by hundreds of alcohol and adrenaline-fuelled revellers…. the atmosphere was saturated with music, dancing, and festivities….and GOD it was exciting!

Here I am standing innocently in front of the bull with my Camera… It is not the best video ever, but i am learning how to use a camera.

Moving on to the second part of this post. Bullfights

I have always disliked this part of my Spanish heritage, but it is cultural, and because I pretend to be open minded, I feel I can’t get away with judging it… but truth to be told, I will never go to a bull fight because I realise how brutal these things are and because I am so disturbed by the way these animals are murdered that I can’t focus on the artistic or cultural aspect of it… 

In Spain being a matador is one of the highest paid professions, it is also one of the most respected… the matadors are the most loved celebrities; they end up marrying super models and living their super modelish lives in bliss.

It is one thing to watch the corridas in the street, but another thing all together to watch a bull fight inside the Les Arenes de Arles… so I was not watching the bull fight inside with those who are strongly pro the cultural history of it all.. but I happened to be standing outside, with those who were strongly anti the horridness of it all.  We caught the outside show, a few moments after the bull’s death….  There, I got my confirmation to why I should be anti- bull fights…

if you are against it, or if you are weak at stomach… please don’t watch, because it is beastly…but if you are curious to know what happens after the bull dies… please be aware that those trucks belong to restaurants that serve the most refined cuisine in Arles… restaurants that passed from father to son and that the date way way back… if it up to them, apparently it would be dating further than Adam!

Ahhh and remember curiosity killed the cat….