The performer and the audience

A summer evening in Trieste. We wandered through the beautiful open space of Piazza Unità d’Italia.

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We admired the statuary.

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And then our attention was caught by a group of young Hungarian dancers over in one corner of the square. Their energy and skill were captivating, and their white shirts were almost transparent with sweat.

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Some bystanders were a little too keen to participate, almost to the point of spoiling the performance for the rest of us (the boy’s mother was very slow to intervene).

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Around the corner we came across another dancer. This time a ballerina accompanied by a violinist.

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Ballet’s less interesting to me than young men kicking and slapping their legs, so my attention turned instead to the ballet show’s audience.

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