On the subject of shops, I talked about the bombonería – the chocolate shop – and the fact that our local bar is called the Bombonera although it’s neither chocolate box pretty, nor does it sell anything sweet, focusing rather, as do most normal Spanish bars, on fried food such as calamares and pieces of pig.
The whole bomb… lexical area is, perhaps unsurprisingly, one which deserves due respect. Our butane gas is delivered in big orange bottles called bombonas. (Remember that bombón is a chocolate or similar sweet.) But the guys who do the delivery are not los bomberos. Nor are the bomberos anything to do with the people from ETA who place bombas. 
They are in fact the firemen, and the photo doesn’t show Spain welcoming terrorists with exclusive secret passageways into official buildings to make their lives easier. It is in fact nothing more exciting than a firehose point.
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