3:31 p.m., Festival Hall, Paris 14th. The association Casa, organises a ball every month. I just gave a 5 hours class on the top floor. I’m passing by, and I get in. After my dancing, Christian, A 84 years old man, very good dancer, asks me to dance. I tell him : «I’m sorry, I’m bad at Ballroom Dancing… ». He answers : « Don’t worry, If you can walk, you just have to follow me ». After a moment , he says to me : « you know, it’s never to late to learn how to dance :-). Stand straight, you ‘re all loose ! ( i practice my fluids every day 🙂 ». I laugh and say : « OK ! », and I do my best to gather around my axis. He has 70 years of dance practice and is in very good shape. Eventually, He asks me to join him and his friend Marcel, 82 years old, for a glass of champagne, and won’t let me decline the invitation. I try not to finish my glass (I don’t drink any champagne) but he declares : « If you don’t finish it, we’ll never dance together ever again ! And wait till comes a Rock and Roll ! ». So I drink it all. I’m glad to have landed here, and I intend to come back next month. If it wouldn’t by for my daily minute of dance, I never would have get in, and would not have had the pleasure of this encounter.