Nostalgic music from the 30s, 40s and 50s filled Sabatini Garden (behind the Royal Palace) and inspired young and old, fashionable to unfashionable to dance. Someone mutters that the scene is like a wedding with a run-of-the-mill discography - a dance for geriatrics and the uncool. But I was charmed by the unselfconscious abandon of the dancers and their smiles. I think that being judgmental in this setting is akin to being a narrow-minded, poo pooing Mr. Darcy at the village ball - a saying 'no' to the simple pleasure of the human soul to dance. As for me, I enjoyed the atmosphere and the dancing spirit of the Madrileños.