Scenes from Malaga on this supremely hot afternoon. The cathedral, the Pompidou Centre, the port.
The horses are outside the bullring, being prepared for the fight tonight. They’re beautiful animals, but I don’t want to think about what comes later. One of the greys has a stitched-up wound. The bigger horses are ridden by the picadors, and they face off against the bulls during the fight.
I am in the red in one of the pictures.