In the weeks leading up to Montpellier, I was regaled with horror stories of how Montpellier is incredibly hot. How it was impossible to touch the masts of the chapiteau without burning yourself. How most people didn’t sleep for two weeks because it was just too damn hot.
The city did not disappoint. Fortunately, we were given a week’s reprieve. The really evil weather only came the second week. Of the hot days that were less hot, the temperature at the top of the seats in the chapiteau ranged from 48 to 55 degrees Celsius. Shows were held at 10pm so the tent could cool down a bit. They actually posted the temperatures in the different sections of the seats so that people could choose their seats according to how masochistic they are! And yes, the metal structure was quite literally hot to the touch. Yikes!
I have a very hard time with the heat. I once did a show were I had to wear a fat suit and afterwards, would end up crying and shaking in a bathroom. It reached a point where I had to be carried up to the dressing rooms and set in the shower.
Naturally, I feared a repeat of this unpleasantness in Montpellier. My fears would go unmet for most of the run, but the second to last show would leave me a mess…
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