Having returned from Italy the night before last, the fatigue of jet lag continues to hold me in its grip. So, until I’m able to compose a reasonably intelligent post, here is a glimpse of an interpretive dance routine which took place in Rome. I’m not sure if it had a title. Perhaps you would like to propose one.
You’re certain they’re not doing the YMCA?
Maybe, but I don’t see any M’s or C’s. Perhaps they were getting to that.
Hysterical! Maybe they were trying “Deep and Wide”?