End of the fiesta?

HEN I WROTE the first column in February, I breezily averred that bullfighting was in trouble only in British fantasies. Back then, the coronavirus was the tiniest speck in the Eastern sky, something for China to worry about. The idea that an infection in Wuhan might wipe out Spain’s highest art form was too silly for words. In March, I travelled to Olivenza to cover the first of the season. Who could imagine that it would also