So here I am in Buenos Aires, and yes, it’s tango city. Stroll down Florida St, the centre’s favourite pedestrianised shopping boulevard, and the hawkers (present, but not too persistent) try to entice you into this or that Tango Show.
The going rate – for floor show, meal, transport there and back from your hotel – seems to be about 360-odd pesos, or about sixty quid. Put one way, that’s ten bottles of very decent Malbec in a restaurant here. Put another... well, it’s still too much for me.
Still, if you buy into the tango schtick, there are shops for your passion. Some areas – such as Suipacha St near the Obelisk (above right), or the Abasto near the Carlos Gardel statue out along Corrientes (below right) – have plenty catering specifically, for example, for tango shoes and clothes.
And tango lessons are easy to come by: along with free wi-fi and complimentary breakfast rolls, even budget hostels offer such things.
So, if you dream of coming out here to meet a tall dark handsome stranger who will sweep you off your feet in a slow-moving clinch across a dusty dancefloor, then you’ve come to exactly the right place. Because you’ll meet lots of other people who are hoping for exactly the same thing.
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