Wanted to take a look around the working class barrio of Triana, I was getting a bit jaded with the touristy stuff, so a walk from my hotel I came across.... ooer missus! "something touristy".
In my younger days I had a strange fascination for bull fighting, maybe it was due to family holidays to Majorca, the first jug of sangria and buying a souvenir poster of a bullfight advert with my name on it. I never did see "a fight".
To be honest, I also enjoyed standing outside shops and licking the windows just to get a reaction from those within.
Thank fuck I grew up.
I no longer lick windows, and came to realise the pointless barbarity.
“The bullfight is not a sport, that is, it is not an equal contest or an attempt at an equal contest between a man and a bull. Rather it is a tragedy, the death of the bull, which is played more or less well by the bull and the man involved, and in which there is danger for the man, but certain death for the bull.”
...Hemmingway...himself a lover of bullfighting.
The Plaza de Toros de Sevilla is the largest and seemingly most important arena for bullfighting in Spain, where the largest bullfighting festival in the world is held during the Feria de Abril festival.
It is also the oldest formal bull ring ( although it is oval in shape) in Spain, construction took many years to complete, starting in 1761, it was finally finished some 80 years later. It has a capacity for 14,000 spectators.
The murder of a bull in three acts
The first, the tercio de varas. The bull enters the ring and is tested so the matador gets to understand how it charges and how fierce it is. Two picadores on horseback upon entering the ring stab the bull’s neck when it charges. WHY? So as to lower the bull’s head and to weaken him so the chances of goring the matador are lower!
The second act is called the tercio de banderillas. During this act, three yes THREE banderilleros try to stab a pair of banderillas into the shoulders of the bull. WHY? To aggravate the bull AND to make it weaker.
The third and final act the tercio de muerte. During this final act the matador enters the ring, carrying a sword and a red cape. He performs a series of passes, and attempts to kill the weakened bull with his sword.
I love it when I hear of blood on the sand...blood of one of the heiniuos so called human beings.
¡Viva el toro!
Welcome to the cheap seats
Situated beneath the stands of the arena is a museum dedicated to the history of bull fighting, the bulls, the "human beings" portrayed through art, and artefacts.
Advertisement posters old and new, I much prefer the older ones.
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Not sure of the significance of the severed heads.
I am not sure if I have just made that word up, but here are a few people around about that I thought worthy of introducing to you.
Triana located on the other side of the Guadalquivir, is apparently a lively working-class neighbourhood which through history has given up some famous bullfighters and flamenco dancers.
Trust me to turn up, on a Sunday afternoon, when everything is fucking closed!
Triana is not a district with spectacular sights. Perfect!
It is not one usually frequented by tourists. Even better!
But everything was fucking closed!
A local hero, it seems, a brotherhood with heirarchy, around religious events a gang of Costaleros.
"The red angel", probably the districts most famous son, an Anarchist, former mayor of Madrid and then head of te prison authorities during the Franco years.
Triana was famous for its typical Azulejos tiles and pottery.
Azulejos are ceramic tiles with a typical blue painting.
Capilla Virgen del Carmen, stands on the Puente de Triana, the way back to the city, it was built in 1928 with brick and Triana ceramics, a chapel and bell tower.
Some things caught my eye, if you know me I love stumbling across stuff like this. if you spot it well done....
Thank you Seville for teaching me what it means to be happy.
This looked very interesting
I was expecting some profound statement of love and tragedy...
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