¡Welcome to Pamplona!

Ana Lizarraga CNAI

Santo Domingo Bridge

We started to walk trough the town, I started off walking with Brett, but Robert Cohn came up and joined her on the her on the other side.

The three of us walked along, past the Ayuntamiento with banners hung from the balcony, down past the market and downpast the steep street that led to the bridge across the Arga.

Santo Domingo Bridge

There where many people walking to go and see the bulls, and carriage drove down the hill and across the bridge, the drivers, the horses,

and the whips rising above the walking people in the street.

Across the bridge we turned aup a road to the corrals. We passed a wine shop with a sign in the window. Good wine 30 Centimes A Litre.

That´s where we´ll go ehwn funds get low, “Brett said.

Santo Domingo BridgeThe woman standing in the door

of the wine shop looked at us as we passed. She called to someone in the house and three girls came to the window and stared. They were staring at Brett.

At the gate of the corrals two men took tickets from the people that went in . We went in trough the gate. There were trees inside and a low, stone house.

Santo Domingo BridgeAt the far end was the stone wall

of the corralswith apertures in the stone in the stone that were like loopholes running all the way of each corral. A ladder led up to the top of the wall , and people were climbing up the ladder and spreading down to the walls that separated th two corrals. As we came up the ladder , walking across the grass under the trees, we passed the big grey painted cages with the bulls in them.

Santo Domingo Bridge

There was one bull in each travelling-box. They had come by train from a bull breading ranch in Castile. And had being unloaded off flat cars at the station and brought up here to be let out of their cages into the corrals. Each cage was stencilled with the name and the brand of the bull breeder