I like to go and watch people dancing swing in Diana’s temple in Hoffgarten.
And to read the stories written between their smiles and their movements. Stories about their joy of life. About a love which is longer than a dance. Like the story of that old couple which is dancing so gracious. Or like that young family who is dancing while the dad is carrying the baby. Stories about songs and happy people. Stories about hopes and dreams. I like to watch people dancing swing because their joy of life is so contagious.
P.s. The swing dancers can be seen during the summer every Sunday after-noon.
Credit photo: Daniela de Martino