This was in La Plaza Mayor in Madrid, the city square. I'd guess that this square is ONE-TENTH (wild, wild guess) the size of Mexico City's square, El Zocalo, which is also much more impressive for having the government office buildings on one side and the cathedral on an adjoining side of the square. Madrid's has mainly some shops and cafes.
The Spanish guide was surprisingly humble, when showing a humongous (oh, 10 or 15 feet tall?), 24-carat gold monstrance for the Host, inside a cathedral with a gold covered altar, saying, "Of course, we could only afford things like this AFTER we" had looted and plundered the New World.
Not to downplay photography --O.K., yes to downplay-- but if the subjects are already there, doing what they do, you just have to point and hold down the button for the right length of time and hope that the subjects don't mind being intruded upon and don't chase you down and beat you to a pulp. The bystanders, however, seemed to wish THEY were the subjects.
As for the romance: It seemed to be bursting, right down to phallic symbols strewn around... (Am I ruining this by taking it a TAD too far, as usual?!1)