Camargue, France
The wild horses of Camargue
For some strange reason, all over the world man seems to think that wetlands are inimical to him. As soon as he comes across a wonderful swamp or marsh teeming with wildlife he becomes unhappy until he has covered it with pesticides, shot out all the edible animals, drained it, ploughed it, planted a series of useless crops on it and, finally, through his unbiological activities, created a sterile piece of eroded earth which was once a rich, balanced tapestry of life.
Razateur
Before my indignant reader throws down this book and takes up a vitriol-dipped pen to write to me about the cruelty of bullfighting, may I hastily point out that there are two forms of bullfighting, and in this one the bull in never killed. Indeed, he stands an excellent chance of inflicting crippling, sometimes mortal, damage on his foes, the razateurs, and, as I witnessed myself, actually enjoys the fight, once he is habituated to it.
Razateur makes an escape
... The bull, before entering the arena, has certain little coloured tassels attached to his horns with rubber bands. These are called cockades. The object of the fight ( not so much a fight as a contest of speed and skill ) is for the razateurs, or bullfighters if you will, to remove these cockades from the bull's horns within a given length of time.