Barcelona spread out the purple carpet last week for the New York City Ballet. At the airport, young gallants deluged the American chicas with flowers, and tried to make dates. On opening night, sleek limousines brought an elegant throng to the 100-year-old Teatro del Liceo. All in all, the first continental venture of the New York City Ballet, if not entirely an artistic triumph by Spanish standards, was emphatically a social one.*
Spaniards, who have seen little but heeltapping Spanish national dancing since Franco, gave their main applause to George Balanchine's new version...
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