Dancing Tango in Warsaw
I was in Warsaw for three nights and I went out dancing for two of them. At least, I tried to....
Polish Tango
Just like many of the best things, I discovered Polish tango music by accident. It was shortly after I had been to a concert of Tango Diagonales, a quintet of...
Under a sky of stars – tango in Nice
There’s something about dancing outside. When I go to an indoor milonga, I often feel as if I am stepping into another world. Outdoors it’s there, beside everyday life, often...
Tango in Marseille
It was the first evening of my holidays and it was raining. The venue was supposed to be a ten minute walk from where I was staying. So when I...
On improvisation: a milonga in Amsterdam
Amsterdam has been high on my list of places to check out the tango scene for some time, as it’s just over 3 hours from Brussels. So when I was...
Thoughts on dancing tango in Buenos Aires
I bought my first pair of tango shoes in Buenos Aires, black and silver with the smallest heels they had at Flabella on Suipacha street. I danced my first tango...
Three milongas in Montevideo
While many will argue that the tango was born in Buenos Aires, there is a quite a bit to suggest that its roots can also be traced back to the...
So many milongas, so little time: a Berlin tango diary
I am posting this MUCH later than expected but it is also the longest post I’ve written here so far. It is difficult to do justice in words and pictures...
How to get the most out of your Berlin tango trip
Berlin is often referred to as the European Capital of Tango and with several milongas every night of the week all around the city, it can be difficult to know...
Dancing Tango in Hamburg’s Red Light District
It was getting dark as I left my hostel. A few metres from where the Beatles played their first gig abroad, a man dressed as a pirate was singing let...