Tango in Bryant Park

Enroute to seeing the Cripple of Inishmaan Mr. Cicada and I sat for a spell in Bryant Park. It's great for the soaring trees and skyscrapers and while you'd never mistake it for nature, every square inch gives great respite. Tonight there was a small Argentine tango band, and couples dancing. So liberating to dance under the sky.
Fie on those in China who are trying to get rid of the public dancing (I know there's an issue with blaring loudspeakers and legions of grannies, but more power to them). That was one of the most magical things Mr. Cicada and I saw there years and years ago, stumbling on late night dancing under strung-up lights to bad Chinese music on an indifferent street, in Luoyang.