The Amazing Walking Stick!

So later in the evening, Gene decides he should take his new cane for a walk! So we walk up to Plaza Dorrego again and enjoy a glass of wine. Sitting on the plaza with a couple hundred other people, listening to a jazz combo, we suddenly realize they are playing the same songs we used to listen to at Sushi Blues in Hollywood, Florida where we met! We order a mini-pizza and more wine and tell each other how amazing it is that we are actually sitting in a plaza in Buenos Aires listening to music at midnight. The combo stops playing and the musicians join a big crowded table next to ours. They're all talking and drinking and laughing and having a great time and I want them to be my friends. One of the men at the table - a big guy in his 60's starts to sing and after a couple of motions across the table, a couple stand up to dance. Someone at their table hands them a handkerchief. I am not sure what to call the type of dance they do with the handkerchief. But they are indescribably fabulous. The music is magic. A while later we hear Peruvian pan pipe music coming from the other side of the plaza. It makes me want to cry...