“New York moment” is the kind of expression people’s moms use all the time, usually to the cringing and eye-rolling of their offspring. They’re those moments when you see, I don’t know, a drag queen and a nun chatting about what’s the best brand of diaper for a chihuahua, or when you miss an exhibition you really wanted to see, but trip over art handlers taking it down and packing it away at dawn the next day. (That last one happened to me.)

But the truth is, New York moments are very real things––and if we’re being honest with ourselves, these account for a fair chunk of why we all live here. The Los Angeles-based director Marcos Efron captured a great example of a New York Moment when he was wandering through Central Park last Saturday, and caught this decontextualized flash-mob-looking pocket of tango dancers publicly performing the suavest of all past times. A number of them even have their eyes closed––that’s how smooth these casual tangoers are.

It’s almost too much to bear: the golden honey-like sunshine dappling the dancers through big green leaves, an unnaturally elegant flick of a skirt as a young girl abruptly turns on her heels. It’s the kind of New York Moment it’s hard to imagine beginning or ending. It seems like this group of a half dozen tango duos are perpetually spinning and dipping quietly, unobtrusively, in some little corner of Central Park. Hey, you never know.