Last summer evenings
In the heart of the City, London tangueros share a pleasant evening in a week of grey...
I was feeling exhausted before even getting there, the wind blowing me off my bike. I catch my breath catching up with Carole, walking around the tent of Spitalfields market where the action takes place. Concentric circles of passer's by, tangueros sentados, parejas bailandos, and in the middle bags and belongings.
We managed a few lovely dances. I feel so rusty and cumbersome. But then again I am way too perfectionist: I just wish my body could follow my thoughts. I am guessing quite a few tangueros feel that way too when they come back to the dance after a lapse of time without tango.
We glide through a couple of slower tangos: when the connection is strong, the body is forgotten. My favourite moment of the evening is a few suggestions she makes when I trap myself within the swirling couples around us and loose the plot. It is so delightful to be asked silently about a surprising option that was not even close to your thought stream. Dance is dialog. What do you think?
Apologies for the quality of the photos but I hope they managed to inspire ever so slightly...
If you want to know more or join in, check out: http://www.new.facebook.com/event.php?eid=24586388890. There is such a lovely vibe about the whole thing, full credit to Hannes, Mark, Hiba, Rene, Alan & Laura. Merci!
