Blessed by the Potato

Imagine you step off the train coming in from Davos into the busy Zurich main station, and find yourself confronted by a full orchestra warming up. A dancefloor is in place within the airy main hall, gauzy chandeliers have been set up, and linen-topped picnic tables separate the hustle-and-bustle of the train-riding public from the other-world-ness of the dance floor. You think to yourself this must be some cool, swanky black-tie, invitation-only event.

Only when you see excited passengers in jeans and t-shirts run out to the dancefloor to join with those who dressed in tuxes and ballgowns do you realize that it’s free and open to any who care to dance on the shortest night of the year. Sounds too fantastic to be true, doesn’t it? Like something from a dream?

But that’s what we saw last night at Zurich HB for the mid summer’s night ball, it was quite the sight. Unfortunately, we were too tired after the conference and all the travelling to come out to dance (that, and at one point while watching it looked like someone was calling a particular dance in German, and there’s no way we’d be able to follow directions, or waltz as well as most of the dancers out there).

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