It's 4pm on a recent Sunday afternoon, and a pavilion of towering windows in a Mexico City urban park is nearly packed. The public is diverse, but everyone here wants the same thing: to dance freely, at no cost, without harassment or prejudice.
Twenty-somethings, children with their mothers, teenagers and elderly couples gather around the disc jockey’s console. A murmur fills the air as roughly 300 people await the start. The first notes then pierce the air, and a shiver runs through the crowd.
