We were a freezing crowd of brave Canadians, stamping our feet and marvelling at the show, never knowing when another character would materialise nearby and we'd have to shuffle quickly out of the way. The music was beautiful, the machines - made from industrial pipes, it looked like - and costumes and the little shred of a story - all imaginative and gripping, even in the pitch black and desperate cold of a mid-winter night.
I felt very sorry for those nice performers, wearing skin-tight outfits and flimsy little gloves, outside for an hour in the bitter, bitter wind. Welcome to Canada! For those of you in Toronto, the show runs tomorrow, Saturday Jan. 31, and next Friday and Saturday night, at 7. Dress warmly, especially your feet; I had so many layers on top that the rest of me was fine, but my feet were icy. I just pranced and hopped to the music to keep the blood flowing. And a tip - my friend and I made our way afterwards to Dundas and Bay, where on the north-west corner there's an Italian wine bar - with a fireplace. We took off seven layers of clothing and boots and sat there with steaming feet to the fire. Heaven.
I hope there was somewhere warm for those performers to go immediately, especially the big mermaid. There's a terrible price to be paid for wearing a diaphanous gown and sexy fins outside, in Toronto, in January.
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