In the hours leading up to the National Chamamé Festival, the Federal campsite and dance hall are invaded by devotees and those curious about this music, which is more than just a musical genre. It's an excuse to come together, an identity, a way of life. These gatherings, the zapadas, the free dancing, the lulling sound of the accordion, and the rebellious cry of the sapucay transform this place into something like an Eden on earth, a paradise, Chamamé Paradise...
