|The National Ballet of Yakutia, from Yakutsk|
(I found some information online suggesting I should be saying "The Sakha Republic" instead. I'm just following the event organisers here - I hope I'm not offending any locals.)
|The beautiful dress and long,|
long hair of one of the Yakut dancers
|Part of the Macedonian troupe|
Last but not least I would like to feature one particular dancer from Spain, who struck me as a most amiable young fellow from the very start.
|Most amiable young Spanish fellow|
As soon as the band started to play, I could tell he had a sparkling personality. It's just a shame that I just managed to miss his face in this picture.
|Sparkling Spanish personality|
After a first demonstration, all the dancers invited someone from the audience to join them in the next dance. My chosen subject picked an older woman over the many available young mothers, which endeared him to me even more. His kind visage was only just turned away when I snapped this shot:
|Kind Spanish disposition|
Our dancer isn't only an expert at twirling his partners, he also charmingly joked around with them. In this picture, he'd only just said something most amusing. It's a shame I just got him too low.
|Dazzling Spanish wit|
Finally I must report that Juan/Diego/Miguel had even more going for him than all the previous: he was also obviously blessed with superior intelligence. The sheer number of steps he had memorised was stunning, the way in which he would teach them to his inexperienced partners a revelation. If only I'd pressed the shutter a little earlier, you could have read his intelligence from his face yourself.
|Abundance of Spanish intelligence|
Finally, I must coyly add that he also didn't fill those trousers too badly, but of course I would not be so vulgar as to have specific photographic material to illustrate this last point of mine.