Yesterday

The evening's entertainment is lots of fun, if a trifle bizarre. You are taken several miles from Nimes, about half of it seeming to be on dust tracks, to a horse farm. Here you are treated to three fruit punches of varying alcoholic strength, and the nicest and most potent Sangria you have ever had. There is then a Spanish dancing display by three women in colourful costume - lots of foot stamping and hand clapping. It is impressive and makes you think you do like dancing as an art form afterall.

Next comes a horse display in a riding area; more of a shrunken rodeo rink than anything. You are told that what you are about to see represents a legend of a boy who catches a horse whilst fishing, refuses to give it up to his superiors, drowns and then comes back to life twenty years later. (I may have that wrong). It doesn't sound very likely, and seeing the display doesn't shed any further light.

Anyway, it consists of a boy riding round the rink on a horse, then a man doing the same whilst one of the Spanish women dances in the centre of the rink, then both man and boy together. That makes it all sound pedestrian and dull, but it isn't really. The woman dances to and with the horses, appearing to charm them to move backwards as she advances and then step towards her as she draws back.
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