descriptive piece, draft 2

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As you stroll along the Boulevard de Chlichy, lined with neon lights and bustling with people, the first thing to catch your eye is the giant red windmill standing tall above the other buildings and drawing you closer to the flashing red lights and grand entrance of this world famous cabaret, The Moulin Rouge.

After queuing outside before the performance you are ushered inside to the warm lobby where a sparkling chandelier and jewel-encrusted carpet await you.
There is little time to admire these, or the various artefacts around the lobby before you are escorted to your table and take your seat for the performance.
The salle {auditorium} is filled with wooden chairs covered in soft red velvet, each one placed closely to the next ensuring that every available space is used. You are packed in like a sardine, each time you dare to move, your arm brushes against your neighbours.
Taking a moment to look around you will see various scenes of Paris painted on the walls in a post impressionist style.

As the lights dim, the sound of champagne corks popping will fill your ears and the bubbles will tingle on your tongue.
The lights go up as the beat of the music kicks in and a stage filled with 40 dancers covered head to toe in sparkling sequins is revealed. You will be shocked to hear the tearing sound of poppers as each girl rips off there trousers in perfect unison revealing thirty pairs of long, luscious legs. As the dancers filter from the stage, trousers in hand, those sitting at the front are so close they could almost touch them.

The cast of sixty, entertain you throughout the show, in which forgetting all your troubles you are transported to a fantasy world full of feathers, rhinestones and sequins. Allowing yourself to be whisked away by the music your mind wonders through the world of cabaret. You are brought abruptly back to real life when as if from no where the front stage moves back and a huge tank full of live snakes appears, squirming around they instantly create an uncomfortable feeling.
A girl launches herself into the tank and begins wrestling with the snakes underwater. Sigh’s and gasps fill the auditorium and it becomes clear who the thrill seekers among us are.
Once again you cannot believe your eyes when six miniature horses take the stage, mostly trotting enthusiastically but one can’t help but noticed the slightly more laboured black horse at the back! His only enthusiasm comes when it is time to exit the stage.

The smell of the horses lingers, but before you have time to notice, the moment you’ve been waiting for arrives. A gust of energy fills the room, high-pitched screams and yelps bounce from the walls and fourteen high kicking girls appear in front of you. They are dressed in red, white and blue with a cheeky pair of frilly knickers to match and a garter that sits mid thigh. They all kick their legs to their ears, cartwheel around the stage and dance with such enthusiasm, that before long everyone in the audience is clapping along and willing them to kick higher and higher. The dance finishes with the dancers jumping high into the air before they land in splits. Your stomach flips as you feel their pain.

Feeling exhilarated and sure that nothing could top the cancan, the grand finale. Girls in g-strings and bra’s with huge fluffy pink feather back packs. The lights dim and the backpacks light up perfectly in time. A sea of bright white lights among pink feathers gleams as the dancers take their bow and leave the stage for the last time.

As you take your finale sip of champagne and filter back out towards the bright neon lights and the night air of Paris you feel exhilarated by this amazing spectacle.