| Some of the new
arrivals had travelled from Argentina for
the annual festival and were welcomed
enthusiastially by Marta and Manuel.
Manuel was enjoying playing genial host
and soon their reunion chatter was
competing with the music. A few
young locals danced occasionally and, as
the evening wore on, more and more of the
visitors begin to dance; their moves
bearing little resemblance to those he
had seen in the lesson earlier that day..
The
dancers seemed to be suspended from the
ceiling as they moved around one another.
Their balance was so good as they
intertwined and untangled their legs
effortlessly.
He
and Yvonne watched, spellbound, as two
Argentinian brothers danced together,
showing their mastery of this dance to
her perhaps hoping, in the old way, that
she would choose one of them as her
protector.
They
left together as Granada was waking up to
another day, leaving behind a dozen
dancers who had not yet had their fill;
perhaps they never could.
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