Just drop in at the 13, Chemin des Mandarines ;
The light is soft and welcoming. A poetic song crosses the nearby rue des Pierres.
One can hear in the far, the frantic brass of a freylach, The eclectic sounds of Montreal, Some ritornellos with their memories still full of eastern Europe.
A journey in Klezmic Zirkus ‘s contrasted world. Here or there. Yesterday or today. Eyes half shut or wide open. It doesn’t matter, the intensity does.

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