Prior to the ballet we headed to Raphaels, a charming restaurant situated across the road from the theatre. I enjoyed breaded brie with a home-made chutney for starter, a pasta dish for main and an irreproachable creme brûlée.
Feeling well-fed and excited for the performance ahead we headed to the theatre and got comfortable in our seats. Theatre Royal is one of the oldest theatres in Britain and its heritage and classic, Georgian architecture is apparent from the foyer to the royal circle, where we were seated.
The ballet was simply mesmerising. Each movement was poised, disciplined and graceful, and the magic of the story was depicted with the help of the dramatically poetic music. One moment the ballerinas were still, silent and ornamental, then in a heart beat they would franticly fleet across the stage as though their feathers had given them flight. To watch a story being told, without words, is a beautiful thing indeed, and at times I was so drawn into the performance I completely forgot my surroundings, lost in the intricate formations and mellifluous notes. The ballerinas were both harmoniously delicate and strong, and each dance was full of passion and pride. There were two costume changes, the first comprising of grand, medieval apparel and the second saw the female dancers adorn the iconic white, feathered tutu’s. Designed to represent the swans they were graceful, feminine and straight out of a fairytale. When the curtains opened, they took my breath away. Needless to say, there was an incredible atmosphere in the theatre throughout and when the dancers returned to the stage after the ballet the audience erupted with applause.
Here are some photos courtesy of the Moscow City Ballet website which can be found here, along with a film preview of the performance.
A big thank you to my amazing Grandma for a wonderful day and a memory I will treasure for ever.