Then he drove us in this Citroën, like the still youthful spirit that he is, to the Odéon in time for the 9 o'clock curtain just rising on the execrable Lazzini ballets. Joseph Lazzini, a second-rate Béjart (himself a second-rate Petit, who is the poor man's Robbins), is terribly up to date with his mixed media, and music by none other than Mossolov - the Iron Foundry, at that! The infinite relief of intermission brought rounds of muscatel at the Méditéranée with Félix Labisse. Saw Nouréev (as the French spell him) in the flesh, and embraced dear Boris Kochno who seemed calm and sober and more Old Russian than ever...