Like the Septonathon, the Etonathon is not technically a festival, but a series of individual milongas requiring no pre-booking. However, since I’d very much enjoyed the approach of treating the last one like a festival by doing the lot, I decided to do the same again.
This one was a little more … committed. And perhaps I should have been: ten milongas over five days, and with two minor exceptions I was there from start to finish at all of ’em …
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