Estafeta Street

Outside, the fence that led from the last street of the town to the entrance of the bullring was already in place and made a long pen; the crowd would come running down with the bulls behind them on the morning of the day of the first bullfight.

Estafeta Street Out across the plain,

where the horse and cattle fair would be, some gypsies had camped under the trees. The wine and aguardiente sellers were putting up their booths. One booth advertised ANIS DEL TORO.

Estafeta Street The cloth sign hung

against the planks in the hot sun. In the bid square that was the centre of the town there was no change yet...

Estafeta Street We sat in the white wicker

chairs on the terrasse of the café and watched the motor-buses come in and unload peasants from the country coming in to hte market, and we watched the buses fill up and start out with peasants sitting with their saddle-bags full of the things they had bought in the town.

Estafeta Street The tall gray motor-

buses were the only life of the square except for the pigeons and the man with a hose who sprinkled the gravelled square and watered the streets.