So here are we at the middle of September and nobody knows where we are, but most of us
still have our hopes up. We don't know what everyone is doing. The
people into food, making or just enjoying it in good company seems to be
in our Social Media. Not much of anything else. In California, the dance halls have stopped all action with the times: But no one wants the halls to become frozen in
time. They have insisted that they don’t need to be declared a "cultural legacy monument"
because they already are one.
"The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop,
The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one."
from the Rubaiyat.
It's impossible to copy the
dance hall scene in California because it’s impossible to revive all the people who
have come through here. If the traditions of the California dance scene were to be lost, it would be very serious, It would be something very sad for all. For many of the steady customers, it has been
like a second home, and the people who come here to dance have been
like a family. It is still a friendly crowd of dancers.
"Mi Buenos Aires Querido" por Carlos Gardel
Now there is nothing to soak up the
atmosphere, not even music. For years, the halls have been unique and there may not be many places in the
world like these, they have so much magic, so much charisma, it has what social
dancers need to make them dance, However, there is the reality of today You feel nostalgic, when you
look around and there is no life, Surveying the dance
floor as if seeing the ghosts of those who danced here for a century.
“Social dancers believe that life may be hell, solely
because sometimes it can be beautiful."
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