Shaming the Diabolos

To wash away the blood of bulls and heretics, a trio of Hispano-Bretones draw six tons of bronze from the Casa de Campo. The drayman’s bow legs curl around the bay’s barrel chest, urging the team forward with both shouts of, ¨¡Arre!¨ and his battered straw sombrero, that he waves over their shoulders. The other drayman drives… Continue reading Shaming the Diabolos