Riaza Festival

We stopped for lunch in Riaza, Castilla, north of Madrid.

The town bunting was up and the town’s people were in a holiday mood. As it turned out when we asked over our lunch of delicious fried squid and patatas the bullfighting festival was on with a big fight coming up next week.

The town itself was built and grew up around the bullfighting ring by the looks of an old black and white aerial shot in the bar.


Despite the history and depth of bullfighting in Spanish culture I, surprising myself, wouldn’t want to go. A younger, more naive, me would have. The perspective of a different nationality perhaps, but I just can’t link the glorification of death with a spectator sport.


And then it was back on the road