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George Balanchine in Rome, Italy

Last year, in beautiful music halls and opera houses across Rome, New York City Ballet principal dancers performed canonical works of legendary choreographers George Balanchine and Peter Martins.

Auditorium Parca Della Musica  |  Outdoors at the Belvedere di Villa Rufolo, Ravello Festival  |  Centro di Danza Balletto di Roma (19 Febbraio, 2013) in collaboration with Daniele Cipriani Entertainment  | When in Rome, visit the Teatro dell'Opera di Roma and the Teatro Constazi, where the resident ballet company performs Swan Lake until 16 January  |  NYCB Principals recently visited ballet students in Rome to hold master classes for the young dancers. Lucky students, lucky principals !

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