When the fog settles over La Boca del Riachuelo, anything can happen. A rowboat materializes and a silent oarsman invites you to cross to the Isla Maciel in front. You hear the lament of a bandoneon coming from a conventillo. A band of cartoneros sorts the cardboard they have scavenged from the refuse of the metropolis.
Actually, you don’t need fog for any of this. It happens all the same… but with fog La Boca becomes even more poignant.
A friend of mine, a hard-living harmonica player, once gave me some advice: never take that rowboat to the Isla Maciel. Never, he said. Promise me. I kept my promise, but I still look longingly at those colorful rowboats that take you there. (You can see them moored at the start of our new video.)
This video is our celebration of La Boca in all its rundown glory and mystery. The song is a classic tango, but we’ve given it the Blue Tango treatment.
I hope you enjoy it. Feel free to leave your comments below.