Well, you want to see a bullfigth in Barcelona? Then, you are doing a thing that the most of barcelonians never do.
An exemple, that can to be a barcelonian standard. I remember when i was child, I saw in TV some bullfigths. It was the time when only was one channel. I never spoke with family or friends about bullfigts, simply was a thig that i knew existed, but i never knew how worked it.
One time, a friend of my who worked as journalist, invited me to a bullfight, cause he had to make a travelogue. I was curiosed and I went. What I saw? First, the Plaza in 2/3 empty. The part that was occuped, in a part was with nostalgics of the Franco's gouvernement (You can recognize them for their old-fashioned glasses, moustaches, and clothes), and another with tourists.
In the arena, I remember the blood, and my sadness for the toro.
Some years laters, a french ask to me, when started the toro's season. I seid him that i never thought that was a season for the toros. He looked me if I was liyng, or i don't know what.
If you go to a bullfight in Barcelona, you lose the ambience, the thing that maybe is worth to live in.
In the photo, the inside of the "Plaza de las Arenas".
Voleu veure una cursa de braus a Barcelona? Bé, però sapigueu que llavors estareu fent una cosa que la majoria de barcelonins no fan mai. Per a que m'entengueu, jo, igual que la majoria de barcelonins, sé el que és una cursa de braus per la televisió. No tinc ni idea què és el que s'ha de fer. Una vegada un francès em va preguntar quan començava la temporada, i quan li vaig dir que no sabia ni que hi hagués una temporada, em va mirar com si no em cregués. Ara, a la monumental, només hi han estrangers, algun aficionat autèntic, i franquistes nostàlgics. En una cursa de braus a Barcelona, us perdeu l'ambient autèntic d'altres llocs.
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