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By this point in the day, one of the senior charros took a liking to me and Sylvia and we were brought through some gates into a room right behind the wall of the ring, so we were much closer to the action than any other spectator or photographer.
I could reach out and touch the animals as they passed by, if I were stupid enough to try it.
Passing bulls and horses threw dirt on me, a rush of wind would blow my hair--I could smell them and feel the ground shake. It was dangerous and exciting!
My final two photos in the next post.