Mexico by James Albert Michener — Read

A German tourist, proud of his mastery of English and his knowledge of bullfighting acquired in Spain, dubbed the second day Saturnine Saturday, for the six normal fights were dull and sluggish. No one was killed. No one was sent to the hospital for major attention. No ears or tails were granted, nor did aficionados petition for them. And certainly neither the bulls nor the matadors came close to being immortalized. It was a standard dull fight.

I actually enjoyed it, for not having to write about or photograph what I suspected would be a rather routine corrida, I sat in the second row with Mrs. Evans on my right, Ledesma on my left and Penny Grim in the first row in front of us so that we could share her enthusiasm in watching two toreros with whom she had actually spoken, the matador Fermín Sotelo and the rejoneadora Conchita Cintrón.