Tango

It was still Wednesday. The hotel recommended a restaurant round the corner that turned out to be the same one recommended by Peter's friend Connie. Huge servings but there was salad. After a hunt for a place to change $ to pesos we had a nap then went out to dinner. Being in the zone we found ourselves eating at 11 pm at the Spanish Club, thanks Nic . It's a wonderfully old fashioned place where we ate rabbit stew and tarragon chicken. Then we headed for the gay tango milonga again thanks Nic. We arrived after midnight as recommended. I was reminded of the first time we went to the Kathmandu Club in Paris where we arrived so early they sent us away for an hour. In both places we sat on one beer and watched the dancing. Here the one beer was not because we couldn't afford another - far from it, it was $4 for a long neck - but because we seem to drink a lot less these days. And the dancers were a wonderfully mixed bag of men with men, women with women and men and women together. Mostly gay and also mostly great dancers. In Paris it was young gorgeous Parisian girls trying to pick up rich American sugar mummies. It was so different to a disco. Casual, great music, fun to watch and so relaxed while very sexy at the same time. On the way home the taxi driver got lost and then was so apologetic he charged us less than he probably should have.