The kiss of the witch

Yesterday was a sunny day and we spent it walking in the posh gardens of Plaza Italia, Botanics and so on. We also paid a visit to club eros. Don't get fooled by the name, it's a exquisite tavern with serves nice food at unbelievable cheap prices (considering we're in Buenos Aires poshest zone) and which has a football ring attached to it. After that (and a failed attempt to go to the Jardin Japonés) we set home to get ready for the night. In the middle we bumped into a demonstration of thousands of people near Avenida de Mayo and almost got mob-crushed in the subte. Enough?

We then set off to Los Dispari classes. Today's class was musicality and Jorge was adamant that we should pay respect to the people who wrote the track, the same respect that the interpreter's had when they performed it. I'm not so sure that music interpretation must be that strict but it was a jewel to learn even more about phrasing, how to discover double times when they are not so obvious and then to pause. The whole class without a figure. I loved it!
Then, La milonga de la Bruja, en Tanguería El Beso. We got there late, and busy as the day had been we did not have time to reserve a table. Big mistake. We were put waiting in a queue between the dancefloor and the bar, getting angry looks from people who were sat down and wasting wonderful tandas of my favourite artists. The organiser told us we didn't have a table and I thought, why did you let us in? Finally a table was free and we could sit down. And what was turning out to be a disaster night became a heaven of tango, if we discount the two stabs of heel I had within one tango. I had wonderful tandas, trying to dodge out from people dancing against the line of dance, tables and rushed waiters with full trays. It may sound not that good but it was one of the best times I have had since I arrived in here.
One word for the floor ar El Beso - the best ever.