I go Crazy!!!!!!!!

Of course, you have to go to a show when in Paris. "You must"everyone said.  Mr G and I had talked about Operas and concerts but never got around to buying those excruciatingly priced tickets before we left.

But, we were staying in Paris for a week and we had to do something!!!

“Leave it to me” Mr G said.

And so I did!

He made a few phone calls when we first arrived at our Paris accommodation and said

“Great I’ve booked the tickets!  We are off to a Cabaret”

Boy I was excited as I was about to go to show in a theatre in Paris.

“How much are the tickets” I enquired.

“Not as much as your skirt”  he flashes back.

Now I know they must be expensive!!!

OK! OK! I am just so excited to be going to a Paris theatre because that is what really matters. 

We leave to drive into Paris but there is a transport strike. We think we are giving ourselves plenty of time to shop beforehand and to have dinner.  Three hours later Mr G is frothing at the mouth as we inch forwards, locked down in the strike laden Paris traffic.  He’s frothing at the mouth because he knows he spent a fortune on the tickets and can’t bear the thought of missing out on a minute of the show.

We find a car parking space in one of their terrifying car parking stations.  Only those that have travelled there will know what I mean when I say ‘minimal space is used’!!!  We park the car without a bump and hurry to the theatre. 

Oh my, oh my!!! It is the Crazy Horse we are going to.

At the entrance of The Crazy Horse, a flamboyantly dressed man in his dashing red cape entertains us.  I have my photo taken with him and I am sure he is bored rigid as the same old photos requests are made.  But what the heck!!! We want to remember this!!!

We made our way downstairs into the "red zone" and are personally chaperoned to check in our winter coats and pick up the tickets.  We are then ushered into the theatre as though we are royalty.  

Surprisingly the theatre it is not that big.  In fact, intimate would be the word to use! We are taken to the eye level row smack in the middle of the stage where we are positioned in the best seats in the house!!! A French couple sit in the other two chairs at our little table.  An ice bucket with a bottle of bubbly appeared.  It was Mumms no less!!!!!

“Are we sharing” I asked the French woman. 

“No” she said “we have ordered our own drinks.”

I looked at Mr G.  He is driving and there is a full bottle of champagne in the ice bucket before us. 

I looked at Mr G.  “Just how much did we pay for these tickets?” I enquired

I made a start on the champagne and the show began.

Yes, of course it was naked women.  And I must say, naked in the very nicest possible way.  The music and lighting was genius. The women swung, flew, marched, sat, danced, slinked, sashayed, and stripped.  They wore feathers, marching outfits, Pokka dots, g-strings, wigs, masks, and extremely exotic very skimpy clothing. The hypnotic bevy of women was broken up when identical men twins tap danced brilliantly and amusingly.  

At one point I was desperate to use the bathroom and had to stagger between tables in the pitch dark.  To this day I don’t know whether I entered the male or female toilet.  It just didn’t seem womanly enough to me.  And when I opened the door, two males came out of the door opposite me where there were two toilets in the one tiny room.  Now that I couldn’t work out!!!!!

When the show was finally over, much too quickly I thought, I sat there still drinking because I could not bear to leave the bottle unfinished!!!

We eventually went to the exit and I insisted Mr G buy a momento, and so a lovely set of cards was purchased.  Thankfully they are actually tasteful enough to use!!

So there you are, I have visited a 'show' in Paris (not quite the opera or concert I had imagined) but I must say it was certainly worth going to.  It was fun, different, entertaining and so Parieeeee!!!!

So if you don’t mind very tastefully undressed women, singing, dancing and prancing around, take a trip to The Crazy Horse and have an evening you won’t forget.  And that’s coming from a woman for goodness sake!!!