tango and Buttes Chaumont
After three months I convinced my beau to go with me to take a weekend stage of tango at the casa del tango near the parc Buttes Chaumont> I was dancing in Florence with the tango club and got to dance with Angela Ruth and Andreas Erbsen in Milan and in Florence on the roof top terrace of a friend`s house right on the corner of Santa Croce square. That was unforgetable; dancing above the rooftops among the monuments in Florence.
Saturday and Sunday were so hot in Paris, they were calling for storms all week so the heat was that pre-storm stickiness, like a mid summer day. To get to Buttes Chaumont from where we are on rue saint jacques is a pain to take the metro but we were expecting the rain so headed off to the RER and saw no clouds only a clear blue sky. We looked at eachother and turned back to get the bikes and peddled off down boulevard Port Royal to Les Goblins and then to Bastille to make a round about aproach to Buttes Chaumont. We could have headed directly across town but then the hills are steeper, going around to the east through the 12th arrondissemnt the climb is more docile so it was easier with the mid day sun. We sweated anyway and got lost near place Gambetta and place des Fetes one of the ugliest places in paris.
Finally we arrive at the Casa del Tango and spend the first two hours of our weekend stage stepping on eachother and every one else. We were the only ones moving though. When we left we decided to go to Place Gambetta to this nice caffe for a beer but got lost and ended up in the congested area near the canal. We spent a long time looking at the map trying to figure out where we were and which road we took wrong, finally we sat for a beer at some cafe and then walked into an art gallery that was just opening for the first time with works from Mike Giant . Back on our bikes we made it to Bastille where they were having the fair of contemporary art, we stopped for a few minutes and then headed home because we were going out to dinner at a freind's in Fontany. We were both exhausted and hungry.
Dinner was a long aperatif and then around 10:15 pm out of the refrigerator came salad. Everyone was starving at this point and the brother of our vegetarian host was commenting on the perfume of the BBQ from the next yard.
Sunday morning we woke up late, tired and needy of something to absorb the excesses from the night before especially after the light food and long aperatif. Saturday it did not storm so the air was thicker than ever. After moping around we went to rue Moufftard to the sunday market to get some food for our bellies. Afterwards we took the metro back to Buttes Chaumont to the second day of our tango stage. I love tango ever more and dancing it with someone you love is great.
Finally we left and headed across the park to go to the metro. We stopped at a cafe just on the top the hill outside the park and had a beer. It started to rain, the temperature dropped 10 degrees. I don't understand why they have to put the music on so loud in cafes, it makes it stressful to try to talk and hear. When the rain stopped we headed up the street and found ourselves on rue de la Villette in the old Buttes Chaumont with the new ugly buildings and happened accross this beautiful shop called the L'Anthropo that sells very nice things from the dogon countries of Mali. They organize trips to really unusual places through Taddart. The stuff in the shop was super quality, I got a beautiful stone necklace that is an odd green stone with flecks of metal; each bead is hand carved one by one. The necklace was a gift, I don't know if I deserved it, I guess so.
In Paris you can dance tango every night. Down by the Seine in the evenings from now to September there is a place to dance. I haven't seen it yet but tomorrow I plan to go.