Regular readers will know that I mostly dance outside London these days, but when a new milonga opens, and it’s just 20 minutes away, it seems reasonable to at least give it a chance. Wednesday night, then, saw me at the opening night of the city’s latest addition, Milonga Abrazáme.
It could easily have been a very bad idea. I’ve danced once before at the same venue, and the combination of a very sticky floor and a wall of lights that makes it impossible to cabeceo across the room was enough to deter me from a repeat visit. Both issues were still very much present …
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