Picture this dancers everywhere…………………
A balmy evening, a beckoning to a secret rendezvous to tango the night away.
“Just bring yourself, your dancing shoes, (oh and a USB!)”
Find yourself by a river in the moonlight on an old timber wharf, the timber aged and warm with the souls and memories of the past.
He brought little speakers and we danced by the light of the moon, with lights from the boats and houses twinkling in the background.
At some point people passed by, spilling into the moonlight from a nearby theatre at intermission, but nobody minded us.
Then they were gone. Leaving the moonlight the dancers and the dance.
Where in the world could you just do this – what a wonderful country we live in.