Foreign Perspectives

We made it to the bull run in Millas, or rather the bull stroll. The large scale fencing to keep the tourists safe seemed way out of proportion to the danger involved in this very tame version of Pamploma.

Today is the last of the Millas fair with the celebrations running well into the night, although at a fairly sedate pace in comparison to the equivalent events in Spain. I guess the French have been suppressing the Catalan culture for so long now that everything has declined in comparison to the original Spanish version.

Being the last day, the crowds had grown considerably from yesterday, mainly I suspect people wanting to see the bull running and the bullfight that follows a few hours later.

One odd feature of Millas is the fountain just off the main square. The locals believe that it has magical powers to cure and therefore you see a continual stream of people stopping by with anything from a small bottle to a van load of crates of bottles to fill up from the fountain. Don’t know about the magical powers but the water tastes nice and is cool even on the hottest day.

Must head on… it’ll be a busy day tomorrow as we’ve yet another almost complete changeover of rooms to do not to mention having to take the resulting mountain of sheets off to the laundry, install a new toilet (more on that soon) and the usual assortment of daily tasks.

Arnold