Last Tango in Buenos Aires
<p>When I was the sweet young age of 31, I spent some wonderful months living in Argentina, teaching English & learning Spanish in the beating heart of Buenos Aires.</p>
<p>I lived in a shared house which belonged to a devastatingly attractive & nonchalant young Argentine man called Gustavo, who had a rather chic moustache.</p>
<p>He was a psychologist and a band manager. Unnervingly cool but reassuringly friendly.</p>
<p>Musicians came and went all the time, band practices often blaring into the early hours. It was chaotic and easygoing. The space was basic but echoes of elegance seeped through the walls and there were romantic wooden shutters & tall windowed balconies in most of the rooms. It was all a bit tattered round the edges but I really loved it there at Pasco, 74.</p>
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