Of a Feather at Las Codornices

Scott Hightower The architect of our party cuts the pringá, is himself a directory of pasos. On the wall behind him, a mirror features a giddy Bavarian floating in a deafening jar of beer. He smiles in the froth. His chin floats; likewise, his feathered green felt hat. “¡Tome su copa con pajarito!” Like being… More