A Tango Tale

The dance of passion and flashing underwear. Cafe Tortoni,  oldest cafe in  Buenos Aires. Take a step back in time and descend the stairs to the theatre underground. There is a band in one corner, the lights are dim and the waiters whisk around with trays of drinks. An atmosphere of anticipation is thick in the air…or perhaps it’s the smoke machine. The first notes are strum by the double bass and enters in a waiter with tenor voice. The stage fills with men and scantily clad women, they find each other and the dance begins. I sit on the edge of my chair and at times hold my breath. The dancers glide across the stage, clinging to each other and then passionately pushed away. Dance after dance I am enthralled.  And then the music stops and it all fades away.  This is Buenos Aires, city of passion, city of the tango.