One of my favorite pictures from my childhood is of me at the circus. I was probably just under two years old, sitting on my dad’s lap and taking a bite out of a giant rainbow-colored snow cone. I don’t really remember anything from that day, but I do know that for as far back as my memory serves, I’ve always loved the circus. Unfortunately, I can’t even recall the last time I saw a spectacle under the Big Top. So when I saw posters promoting the circus in Paris, I knew I had to go. And it was the best decision I've made.
Yesterday I went to the 11th arrondissement to see Eclat, the latest presentation from Cirque d'Hiver. From the knife throwing to tiger taming, trapeze artists to contortionists, I don't think I blinked once during the two-and-a-half-hour show. Did I care that I was one of the only people in the audience older than 15 who wasn't accompanied by a child? Not at all, because your age shouldn't affect your appreciation for magic. And the circus is the closest you can get to magic.
There's something special about a circus that just can't be put into words – maybe it has something to do with the obvious camaraderie the talented performers share because of their abilities to achieve the unreal. But there's also something fantastic about the upbeat music, colored lights and constant smell of popcorn. There's something remarkable about the excitement in the eyes of the spectators. There's something so captivating about the circus that you can forget even your darkest troubles. I could spend another hour on this blog post trying to come up with appropriate adjectives for my experience yesterday, but the only way to understand what I'm talking about is to experience it yourself. So, here's until the next time I feel the magic under the Big Top, when and wherever that may be. I hope you can feel it too.
Yesterday I went to the 11th arrondissement to see Eclat, the latest presentation from Cirque d'Hiver. From the knife throwing to tiger taming, trapeze artists to contortionists, I don't think I blinked once during the two-and-a-half-hour show. Did I care that I was one of the only people in the audience older than 15 who wasn't accompanied by a child? Not at all, because your age shouldn't affect your appreciation for magic. And the circus is the closest you can get to magic.
There's something special about a circus that just can't be put into words – maybe it has something to do with the obvious camaraderie the talented performers share because of their abilities to achieve the unreal. But there's also something fantastic about the upbeat music, colored lights and constant smell of popcorn. There's something remarkable about the excitement in the eyes of the spectators. There's something so captivating about the circus that you can forget even your darkest troubles. I could spend another hour on this blog post trying to come up with appropriate adjectives for my experience yesterday, but the only way to understand what I'm talking about is to experience it yourself. So, here's until the next time I feel the magic under the Big Top, when and wherever that may be. I hope you can feel it too.