Dance is a kind of language without a voice. Up in the box seat on the fourth floor, the facial expressions of dancers are unclear unless with binoculars. Nonetheless, these dancers on stage have delivered us strong emotions of the characters in Mayerling.
After finishing writing two dissertations these two years, my master’s degree in France has ended, and I can finally look back on my improvement and progress in my French academic writing.
It was the face of a killer – of a tiger. He yelled:
‘You damned interfering mudering lousy little worm!’
He hurled himself forward, his fingers stretching, and curling, his voice raving curses, as he fastened his fingers round Hercule Poirot’s throat…
“Bravo! Stéphane!” The auditorium room sparkled while glitter fell down endlessly on stage. The standing ovation lasted for almost twenty minutes because audiences were not prepared to say goodbye to this marvellous étoile.
It seems like I belong to the covert society in the opera house, and have the privilege to enter a secret space.
Today, I came to the Arsenal Library located in rue de Sully in the fourth arrondissement.
Rudolf’s choreography performed by Ballet Opera de Paris is so far, the one that shows the most childlike and impish air of the characters in this tragic love story.
Moreover, I can finally be a half classical ballet pupil again.
After a year of the closing-door of theatres, the first ballet production Opéra de Paris produced to welcome their audiences back into the auditorium room is a beautiful work paying homage to Roland Petit, the respectful French choreographer.