At 23.00, Chicago shut its doors, so I went to La Isla for a bit more dancing — this time salsa instead of swing. I met a nice girl named Helena who lives on the Spanish island of Tenerife. We danced and talked about photography. I also danced with Sara, and Johan captured a few good shots of us.
I was only at La Isla for an hour; I had to leave in time to catch the last subway home. Allsix photos from the evening are online for your viewing pleasure.