The city of Buenos Aires was putting on a week to celebrate the Cafes Notables. There are 60 cafes that are deemed “notable” for their history and establishment over the years. These are the old, antique bars where you can just feel the tango musicians performing as the philosophers and intellectuals gathered. There is one two blocks from my house, El Bandarín, which has futbol paraphernalia lining the walls. My new 60-year-old roommate, John, and I headed there to hear a tango singer perform. It was such a neighborhood experience with a mixture of audience members: there were the old ladies who knew each song word for word, the young couples that came to have a bottle of beer, the passerby on a bicycle who stopped to hear the music, the Hassidic Jew on the other side of the street making a phone call, the skateboarders on their way home who mouthed the words along with the singer, and the people arriving in taxi who were deliberately coming for the event. It was a beautiful Monday evening with a nice breeze and sweet tango music wafting out from the bar!
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