11:30 p.m, Montrouge, in front of St-James Church. The rain faded away and people are coming out of the church, some look kind, others don’t. Eventually, a sharp dressed old man, who was passing by and has watched the dance in the distance, comes to me and says : « When I was a child, my parents used to take me to the opera, it was so boring… but later, I went to New York and I saw modern dance, Béjart and Barychnikov… magnificent… Danse is so beautiful »