The Sunny South: An Autumn in Spain and MajorcaClayton, John William
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The Sunny South: An Autumn in Spain and Majorca
Clayton, John William
Majorca (Spain) -- Description and travel; Spain -- Description and travel
I, of course, paid a visit to that peculiarly Spanish institution, the
circus, in which the people of Madrid are accustomed to glut their
savage taste for blood. Immense crowds were bending their footsteps
in the direction of the great national spectacle, and like a straw in
a torrent I was carried with them along the glaring and dusty road.
The roar of the multitude was deafening, and shouts of laughter pealed
in the air. The people were arrayed in their gayest holiday attire of
lace and gold; and the young women flashed their bright eyes and tossed
their black hair in response to the sallies of their cavaliers. Proud
dames were borne through the rushing stream in stately carriages,
attended by handsome gallants, pushing forward their foaming horses
to keep by the side of the fair ones whose favour they sought. High
and low, rich and poor, the young maiden and the gallant youth, the
strong soldier and the tottering beggar, troops of children and
aged crones,--an entire city's people--were jostling each other to
be forward in the throng among the thousand horses and vehicles of
every sort, and the masses of those who were on foot hastening in the
blinding dust and heat along that yellow road.
The building in which the favourite sport takes place is an
amphitheatre, having some resemblance to that of old Rome, open at the
roof, through which a circle of the soft heavens can be seen hanging
above like a broad and azure banner. An eager and seething multitude
were struggling and pushing for entrance through the numerous doors and
passages, until bank after bank was dark with the thick crowds of men,
and all the balconies glowed with the bright garments, waving fans, and
fair faces of women. Below was an extensive round space of ground, on
which sand and sawdust were spread in anticipation of the approaching
slaughter. It is difficult to convey the impression with which I heard
around me in such a place the laughter of young girls and the prattle
of little children. I could not but wonder for what reason these young
creatures had been brought thither. When, at last, the seats and
benches of the whole wide circle were filled, the walls seemed white
with twelve thousand faces, and glowed with endless colours, while
myriads of fans were constantly waving, and the hum of impatience
proceeded from the vast assemblage.
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