In a park near where I live, there’s a sandy central area with benches around the edge. Most days of the week, around lunch time, there are a bunch of dudes (and it is, as far as I’ve seen, always men) pretending to do bullfighting.
One guy has the red tablecloth, while another guy is bent over, head down, holding a kinda handlebar-type thing with bull horns sticking out. The man-bull moves around kinda like a bull would. I assume this is all for the benefit of the tablecloth dudes to practise their dying “sport.”