Continuing my approach of ‘if tango won’t come to London, then the Londoner must go to tango,’ Friday night saw me board a train headed into deepest Surrey.
Biela Tango was found by Tina in her own search of Places That Aren’t London. I recognised the names of some lovely dancers in the RSVPs, so that was good enough for me …
Continue reading An almost perfect tango weekend, at Biela Tango and a small imported corner of Argentina