Milonga at Los Laureles, Buenos Aires, 2018 After the first tango ended, we made the small-talk that is the unguent that holds the milonga community together. “Do you come here often?” “How beautiful the orchestra is playing tonight.” “I love the way you dance.” My words would have sounded ridiculous to me had I heard…
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“.. we are just a bunch of hogs grovelling in the mud…” LOL! Line of the week, Kevin – and so poignant as always.