Before we even make it up to the window we can see, from a poster up high, that today's fight is sold out. There are no tickets for the next three days.
"Let's go to the bullring," she says.
"It's sold out, Ellen, there are no tickets anywhere."
"I know. They have a museum, though. I want to go back to see what's down there."
She's on a mission. I can't make sense of this, but still, we go. There is an answer to all of this. She doesn't offer a clue.