Sunday we went tangoing. The more I do it the crazier I am about it. In Paris you can go every night of the week somewhere, on a bateux mouche, at Le Latina and many other places. The history of the dance is enthralling and to think that in Finland when the rolling stones and the Beatles where at the top of the charts tango songs where right along there with them.
Rock and roll broke the canons of dancing in a couple. What is dancing about anyway? One of the things that I like most about Paris is that you see people of every ethnic origin mixing together. Last night at the Sourdiére the mix of people was great to see all embracing, swirling to the rythm of the bandeneon of the orchestre Les Grisettes. It was packed and the air conditioning had to be on. With the freezing temperatures outside the sides of the halls were packed with coats
