I had a couple of hours to kill in a nondescript, quiet part of a Spanish town in the middle of an ordinary week when I came across this small bull running show. From two streets away you wouldn’t have known anything was happening, but turning the corner you were suddenly presented with a midday, mid-week, pop-up fiesta with beers, mariachi bands and bulls, or cows, pounding through a town square. Roads letting into the square were blocked off by portable sections of bars, behind which stood locals drinking cheap beer until they dared step through the bars to size up an animal, before running back through as they are being charged. The whole thing ended without warning and was packed up and gone in minutes. I like to think everyone just went back to work.