I saw such events taking place a long time ago (about 3 years ago, for sure), where les vieillards would have the chance to dance a waltz and remember old and sunny days of their youth. We used to mock it, saying "huh, the disco of the old men" or "look at them, how they barely move". And then, for a long time, there was no disco. At least, not one I would hear of.
This Sunday, though, I found myself in the central park hearing the orchestra and I just couldn't stand it. Called the photographer and begged him to take some shots.
I really found those people a source of inspiration. There were all kinds of oldsters- shy ones, some with aristocratic attitude, dancing slow and prudently, others with joy in their eyes, spinning around like whirligigs. I also couldn't help but notice the way the ladies were dressed, some perfectly cleaned and elegant, some extravagantly like party-queens. Enough talking, check it out for yourselves ;)
The ones waiting for an invitation to dance.
