
We saw signs for a circus in Provence, and so we went. With basically no online presence, le Cirque Dawson seems to advertise its tiny, roving spectacle exclusively on telephone poles a few villages ahead of their circuit. It was a good show, worth every centime. The heat and the sweat made the juggling act truly suspenseful.
When, after the trained goat, they brought out a raised platform with lights embedded around the edge, and the juggler reappeared, shirtless, and started doing handstands on an evergrowing tower of chairs, it didn’t take much effort to make the connection.
