Ok. The city's now buzzing about the semifinals of the Mundial de Básquet (starring, I assume, Manu Ginobili). I'm a little behind on the news. But I just wanted to post a short acknowledgement re: the surprising fun of the Mundial de Tango. We went Friday night to see Narcotango en vivo. (I enjoy the fact that the name Narcotango makes my Spanish tutor giggle every time it's uttered). They were performing between rounds of the semifinals of the stage tango competition. We saw stunning pairs from Colombia (who ended up winning, pic'd left), Japan (the best dress of the night was little more than a neck-to-ankles fishnet stocking, worn by brave chica from Tokyo) and, of course, Argentina. On Sunday, for the finals, Robert Duvall was in the front row, granting interviews to Argentine TV en castellaño. Unlike Mr. Duvall, I'm not a huge tango fan, but I was definitely entertained. And hats off to the Argentine piba who won the salon tango competition in her 7th month of pregnancy (also pic'd).