Two years ago, my best friend and I whizzed around Spain with our cameras at the ready. I took this in Barcelona at the bullfighting ring. My friend being an opinionated vegetarian didn't feel it (bullfighting) was right, so whilst she was looking at another building down the road I ventured into the stadium (how can one go all the way to Spain and not see a bull fighting ring?!). It turns out I had the entire place to myself, apart from a guy sweeping the bleachers. I could smell the bulls in the pen (which was quite exhilerating knowing there was a beast somewhere nearby who could probably rip me apart... I quickly looked down to see what I was wearing and was instantly relieved to see I was wearing white and blue. No sign of red anywhere! Whew!). This is a stairwell leading up to the bleachers where all the spectators watch the fight. Ladies with a handkerchief in hand (although probably not these days) and men with a cigar in hand (they probably still do this). What struck me was the calmness of this scene knowing its context. I must have taken over 2000 pictures that short holiday and this has to be the best one of the lot.