In salutes, the tears of Olivier Py. Midnight has struck and all his youth has just played out on the stage of the Lycée Aubanel, this high place of the Avignon Festival. The stunning Bertrand de Roffignac, 28, alias Arlequin, held the spittoon for more than ten hours and with him Alcandre, poet at half mast of his great illusions, and with them a brigade of sparkling actors. The audience rose to a standing ovation My exalted youth (Actes Sud-Papiers) and Olivier Py joined his troupe, crumpled from head to toe like the dog Droopy following the party.
