“The evocative title lets you easily imagine what this performance might be. Seated before my couscous maker, I prepare a couscous and I dance with all the grandeur, generosity and poetry of these two arts. Between tomato concentrate, courgettes, carrots and cinnamon: a leap, a glance, a suspension or a rupture. Between the semolina and a chassé croisé, the dish simmers. It smells good, there’s singing, dancing… even eating!!!” —Radhouane El Meddeb


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