Crossing the road he stepped into the small square – not much more than a widening of the pavement – at the entrance to the bullring. The bullfight schedu led to take place that afternoon had been cancelled out of respect for Blanco, and notices to the effect in large black lettering had been hurriedly plastered over the bright posters announcing the usual Fallas bullfights; only the traditional banner – ¡6 Bulls, 6! – was still visible at the top. A few people – a solitary man wearing a flat, blue corduroy cap; and a middle-aged couple, the woman leaning heavily on her husband’s arm – were standing in front of the building with vacant, lost expressions on their faces, as though trying to understand what had just happened, how such a great bullfighting figure had been taken away from them – and in a manner which they struggled to comprehend. Cámara was surprised to see that the Anti-Taurino League were in their usual spot near the entrance, with their trestle table and their leaflets and posters.
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