Walking across Boulevard St. Michel in Paris last week, on the night before Bastille Day, I bumped into an old friend--an American who has lived in the city for 25 years--who told me he was taking up the tango. When I asked him why, he suggested I take a stroll along the Left Bank of the Seine, opposite Ile St. Louis, and so of course I did.
It was one big party. A drop-dead-gorgeous crowd was tangoing away in a makeshift, open-air amphitheater. Nearby, a multiethnic group was doing the merengue. Hundreds of others were tucking into picnics by the river...
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