So the cultural train continues in the windy city, though with a little hiccup on the tracks. It was Friday night with a trip to the city lights, husband and wife, hand in hand to see “Eva”. We planned well and left early, arived early, and had plenty of time to have a drink. The “lemon, lime and bitters” was of low quality however. We had so much time we went to our seats early and seemed to be enjoying some sort of advertising feature on stage for something other than the Spanish dance performance we had come to see. Then three people turn up with tickets to sit in our seats. Discussion ensued, and was quickly curtailed when the man in the row behind us pointed out that “Eva” was actually performing in the Opera House and as we were in The St. James theatre, it was time to move quickly. Tails were carried between legs as we made a mad dash down the street. we arrived late, and then had to be escorted into our seats during a gap in the fun.
So we were in and running for the Spanish dancing. Two men, three women and the star dancer taking star turns to dance and entertain. The skill was great and in parts beautiful, but this was a good thing to see rather than great. There was not enough variety for me. I saw the Spanish National Ballet two years ago give a more varied, energetic and beautiful production of modern and traditional Spanish dance, and “Eva’ did not match it.
So, the running score then is 1 +1/2 out of 2.
Maybe we should have tried to stay for
