An evening at the theatre

This is not new: I love to go to the theatre. I like the ceremonial (although it is rare that knock 3 shots before that representation begins), I like well discover a room, often majestic, install me in a Chair in red velvet, discuss with my neighbor until light extinction, take a look on the program, wait until the curtain rises.

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I like although, often, several stairs to reach my seat (actually, I take cheap seats and so rarely in the Orchestra).

I like watching people in the room, those who have the habit, which came out of the work and those for which the theatre output represents a true event, for which it is important to choose a suitable holding.

Of course, I love let me captivated by a room, be embedded on scene with the characters (this is not so easy), laugh, smile, be afraid, sometimes be moved.

And I like also when the curtain rises, discover the actors without their 'mask', feel their relief (it imagine them to say among themselves, 'everything went well') and cheer with the public.

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Last week, I went to the theatre of the work, two not place Clichy, between two they, a piece of Isabelle Cote: I try to summarize in a few words, and I have of slang First is the story of a couple, and then a woman who cut the bridges to find it, and a somewhat mysterious bookseller; in fact, I did not particularly enjoyed history, a little tarabiscotée for my liking, even if I left out the 3 crossed destinies.

That evening, this it that I liked, it is first to discover a beautiful theatre, with mosaics in the lobby and a rather pleasant room. It is also the actors, in particular that which plays the bookseller. It is also the scenery: a bookshop in wood, painted all in blue, with a counter, a staircase and shelving full of books, was discovered after a more sober 1 Act.

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The piece plays that up to October 29, there is little chance that you have the opportunity of the see… But the advantage in Paris, is that there is no shortage of theatres, or parts to go cheer.

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(And no, not, not, it is cheap sometimes more to go to the theatre to go to the cinema: there is plenty of preferential rates for young people, for the first performances, passing through the booth of the mairie de Paris may even have invitations, and in the worst case it is not very well placed but appreciate when insiders)