And soon the musicians are back on stage for another set. Time here is a moment. When it’s over, the musicians are drenched. They’ve stamped their glasses of beer and water so that the mugs have spilled all over the stage. The concert ends in a crescendo of the loudest and the most frenetic wall of sound and KABAAM!, the all stand. The drummer’s box is lying on its side in the puddle of beer. They’ve given everything. They mop up their faces, take a big bow, and then they’re done. We are all exhausted. We’ve been here for a couple of hours. It’s 1:00am. Time just flew by. A couple of the band members leave the restaurant just as casually and quietly as they entered a few hours ago. The dancers linger. They go around to all the tables and say hello. Such grace, such humility, so cool. Their English is minimal, but their talent and joy is immense. I’ve never been so drawn-in. We leave the restaurant and slowly walk back along the big 16-lane Avenida to our hotel, gushing about what we’ve just witnessed. Why is this not the top attraction of Buenos Aires? When we asked the manager of the hotel about seeing a flamenco show in BA he said there is no flamenco, only tango, in BA. We’ve got to let him know about this. I’m sure this is the highlight of my month in Buenos.