Three boys in Sevilla kit were kicking a ball about on chequerboard central plaza. The clock on the town hall struck noon. A few seconds later the bell on the church began to clang. No sonorous tolling here, the belfry contained two small bells attached to each end of a short spindle which rotated quickly, driven by an electric motor presumeably. The effect was like standing next to a wind-up alarm clock of gigantic proportions. Just when you thought the cacophony could not get any worse, a firecracker exploded from the tower, a plume of white smoke drifted past the stork's nest, followed by another explosion moments later. Bells and booms from the town's other churches joined in.
I looked around. Gill had disappeared. It was some moments before I noticed a pallid face peering nervously around the corner of the town hall. "It's very weird here, I think we need to go." she whispered. We found an ATM, robbed the bank, unlocked the bikes and rode away at speed like a couple of outlaws run out of town in a 'B' movie Western.