The Eleventh of August, 1937
(my ninth week in Buenos Aires)

My Dearest Milonguero Friend,

It is quite extraordinary that there shall never be any such thing as a rumpus on the dance floors of Buenos Aires, thanks to some sort of secret ‘highway code’ that no gentleman fails to adhere to :

Joining the Traffic – Chaps here make eye contact before pulling in front of a gentleman, so as to enter the line of dance safely.

Zigzagging– Antonio, my milonguero friend, is quite high principled about staying in one’s line of dance. Collisions cause quite a different sort of ‘creativity’– more akin to ‘tango rage’.

Reversing – Gentlemen who feel compelled to walk backward, should be well advised to first make sure the way is clear.

Overtaking – Better avoided, because no one likes ‘tango cowboys’. If I am being overtaken, Antonio suggested pausing to appreciate the connection with my dance partner. ‘In like Flynn!’, he added.

Braking Distance – I was advised to leave a yard between my dance partner and the couple ahead, in case they start putting their worst foot forward. Besides, a yard is just enough space for everyone to breathe and pivot – a joy to behold.

Lane Positioning – Here, experienced dancers stay on the outside lane, where they can be seen and make an impression. Smart!

I shall write again next week. Toodles!

Arthur