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CHAPTER FIVE The stands were completely jammed by the time Ann and Julia arrived at the bull ring. Fortunately they already had their tickets so didn't have to stand in the long lines outside the ticket booths. The crush of the people in the long corridors was maddening. Ann held tightly to Julia's hand as they were jostled along the passageway. Suddenly they emerged from the darkness into the stands and Ann gasped in surprise. She hadn't expected the colorful spectacle that suddenly burst upon them. Two Mexican bands were playing on each side of the arena and they were surrounded by the most colorful costumes she had ever seen. This was a special Fiesta and all of Tijuana had turned out in typical old Spanish dress. The women wore lovely white and black lace mantillas draped over their shoulders. The crowd overflowed the stands with their multi-colored gaiety. The men wore the black, tight-fitting gaucho pants, short jackets, flat-brimmed Vaquero hats with small tassels dangling down from brims. "Why, it's like another world!" Ann exclaimed to Julia. "I didn't imagine it would be quite so beautiful." "This is one heritage the Spanish left the Mexicans that I'm really thankful for," Julia said. "Wait until the fight begins, then you'll really see something." Their seats were on the shady side of the ring and in the first row below the Presidente's box. "We can get a good look at the matadors here," Julia explained while they were getting settled. "They all have to come to the Presidente and request permission to kill the bull ...»