"Tall and tan and young and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking, and when she passes, each one she passes goes - ah." The next line goes on to say that when she walks, its like a Samba, ..." The Tango instructor, between numbers, confidently sashayed along the dance floor. And the only thing that popped into my mind were the lyrics from the 1960's hit, The Girl from Ipanema. OK, so Ipanema is in Brazil, not Argentina. And the Tango's center of the universe in Argentina, whereas the Samba is larger than life in Brazil. But, no matter. The memory creates its own linkages sometimes irrespective of fact!
The image is also clearly reminiscent of the Figment post earlier in May, one of my favorite photographic themes.
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