From tents to tin huts, with a song of Piaf
From tents to tin huts, with a song of Piaf - and no regrets We’re sorry, this service is currently unavailable. Please try again later. Dismiss Normal text size Music floated over lonely paddocks and across a stony landscape shaped by a volcano. The old hall on nights like these felt very nearly as sophisticated as a city theatre. A chorus line of young women kicked up a can-can; a swirl of colour and brief transportation to the naughty side of Paris. Risque jokes bounced from tin walls. Son...
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