Last Tango in Taunton

I took a four day weekend which became a frenzy of cooking, trips to the city, gardening, shopping, visiting new calf, workouts--you name it, I squeezed it into those four days. Oh yeah, and lots of wine, too, maybe even a few roses. And writing tasks!

On Saturday night, all duded up, we made an appearance at the Boston Tango Festival, which was held in the new Harvard Square space for the "small" ART theatre. A brisk walk up Mass Ave to Zero Arrow Street. We experienced an evening of Tango, both amatuer and professional, and it was fantastic. This being Boston, there was a medley of races and ages and dress codes that cut across every possible situation. There were also scads of very pretty girls with beautiful legs and they were all doing the Argentine Tango. For the serious tango aficionado, there were tango lessons at Boston Ballet and other venues over the weekend, and a cruise on Friday and a last blast tango evening on Sunday.

I like to step out of my everyday experiences and let something new and artistic sweep over me. Ignites the creative juices. The meat empanadas were delicous, too., igniting the appetite and the digestive juices. I loved the tango shoes and the variety of dresses. This was a really cool evening. Very Argentine. I understand that on certain summer nights, one of the bridges across the Charles becomes a tango locale and people come and dance. Doesn't that convey the most romantic of situations? Sigh.

Grapeshot.