Just a skip from Summer Dance where we mamboed last night, I met my new friend Dan to tango in the South Gardens of the Art Institute of Chicago.
Ninety degrees and 44% humidity, pressed against the chests of strangers, we drew a tiny crowd. I estimate that I will be in some two dozen tourists' photographs of their visit to Chicago.
Come 6:00 p.m., we moved up the street to Millennium Park, where those fountains have faces that spit on crowds of soggy children, to dance where the water cooled our feet and our boleos flicked splashes onto passing couples.
Now, off to dance salsa. Perhaps tango in the park again tomorrow...