I watched a Bull fight in 1950s Monterrey Mexico as a young lad, between the bull fights and the grotesque looking starving dogs with their ribs showing and terrified of all humans, the broken glass lining the tops of the walls around houses that also had bars on the windows, and the begging street urchins and paying the layabout men to "watch" your car when you parked at the curb, and the bar length urinal that was also the foot rest as you leaned on the bar to drink a beer in full site of everyone as you could pee without moving or setting down your drink, and my travel through tiny remote 1950s villages, I know a Mexico that not everyone knows.
Ah, yes. The innocent pleasures of the third world. Coming soon to a neighborhood near you. Never actually went to a bullfight, though.