The Fiesta de San Fermin came to a close on July 14. I’ve written about it many times, most recently here:
… As Hemingway undoubtedly would agree, the greatest two minutes in sports do not take place at Churchill Downs each May. Each morning during San Fermin, muscular beasts and eager humans take to the streets of Pamplona to memorialize the death of the festival’s namesake patron saint. The ritual is known as the “Running of the Bulls,” as the six bulls scheduled to appear in the coming evening’s bullfight (along with six heifers) are released into narrow, barricaded streets and driven 900 meters — a little more than half a mile — to the bull ring.
My cousin Don, who attends each year, e-mailed me with the following link. The breathtaking photos there vividly capture the spirit of the running. It’s a crazy spectacle, and hard to describe. I’ve no desire to run, but wouldn’t mind going back some day to watch from a balcony with a soothing adult libation in hand.
Running of the Bulls 2015: The Fiesta de San Fermin, by Alan Taylor (The Atlantic)
The annual Fiesta de San Fermin began in Spain this week. The festival, including the famous “Running of the Bulls,” attracts thousands of visitors to Pamplona every year. Lasting nine days, the festival kicks off with massive crowds at the Chupinazo in Pamplona town square, followed by a carnival, fireworks, the running of the bulls, and many bullfights. Held since 1591, San Fermin remains a popular, though dangerous and controversial, event—two Americans and a Briton were gored on Tuesday.