In the fashionable grillroom of Bogota's Granada Hotel the orchestra broke off a tango and swung into a soft, strumming, offbeat rhythm. A singer crooned:
Come, come, my sweet, to my little
ranch house Where I'll greet you with all my ardor.
On the crowded dance floor, several couples, unfamiliar with the music, went back to their tables. A few others, responding to what seemed three-quarter time, dipped into a fast waltz. Everybody else, some with handkerchiefs flying, stomped and whirled in the gay beat of a traditional Colombian dance, the bambuco.