Earlier this evening I watched the ballet performance of La Bayadare. Like most ballets, not a word was spoken throughout the whole performance, yet the transcending performance revealed a tragic love story.
Such is the power of art.
After the ballet, I went starbucks to enjoyed a nice vente cup of Tazo Green Tea Zen.
I sat there letting the warm steam of the tea wash over me and drifted in and out of daydream.
A throat clearing abruptly awoken me from my thoughts.
Before me stood a friendly man in his seventies.
His eyes twinkled with amusement as he pointed to my program book that I had placed on my table.
"I just came from La Baladare too. My granddaughter was dancing there."
The world is pretty small.
Sometimes all it takes is a cup of tea to make a connection.
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