Last night at the milonga we were allowed to dance without masks — what a feeling of freedom! Some people kept theirs on, and in fact the first man I danced with did. I asked if he wanted me to keep mine on and he said yes, if I wouldn’t mind. So I did. But the rest of the night I was barefaced!

There’s a guy who goes every Wednesday to this milonga and I’ve danced with him many times, and I never knew until last night that he had a moustache!