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. Songs from the stage musical, My Fair Lady, were sung and acted out in top hats and ballgowns. Music-h...
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