Today, for those of you who don’t know is International Dance Day, a day when the world sees bodies literally come out of the woodwork (or in my case the lavatory – more about that later). Sprightly young things around our globe were moving to the beat of the drum, twisting to their emotions and breathing on alternate pulses, so that we the unrelenting public could simply stand and stare. For some, today was an experience that they will never forget, a way of working in dance that in years to come they will appreciate  the interruptions and endless streams of children, and in the Museum Civico Bassano, the two hour sessions of improvisation repeated.