A couple are dancing together at the front of an Omara Portuondo concert in Mexico City. Their feet seem sown together, they shift back and forth, the husband occasionally interrupts their rhythm with a strange hesitant step that his wife always follows. All they are doing is looking into each other’s eyes. A man next to them watches. Before he leaves he tells them he admires how they are dancing and how happy they are. The husband asks his wife ‘And who was that man?’ She tells him ‘That was Gabriel García Márquez, Nobel Prize winner’.
The couple are my parents-in-law. They’re still dancing.