The rain held off long enough today for the conclusion of Oaxaca’s Sexto (6th) Festival Nacional de Danzón. Like last year, I was captivated by young and old, feet and faces, formality and style, intensity and joy; and everything in between coming together under the laurels of the Zócalo.
Hmmm… I wonder if I can work up the nerve to inquire about dance lessons at the studio around the corner???
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