Juliette - Teller!

At the end of the new format of the Promenades musicales du Pays d'Auge, we could not dream of a better teller of croquignolette stories than Juliette.

Since childhood, she has known music like the back of her fingers, trained in Chopin, Debussy and Satie. Her voice is that of timeless French song, the elegance of Barbara and the banter of the cabaret that rolls the “r”. In the guestbook of her own songs, Brassens signed, Ferré yelled, Bobby walked on point.

Alone on stage with her piano, Juliette has the erotic glint in her rogue eye. When she is not pushing grandmother into the nettles, her eternal feminine wears the little black dress of melancholy. Under the framework of the medieval hall of Saint-Pierre, god and devil will be women!

Alone on stage? Not so sure... It seems that Juliette, that evening, invited other voices, other personalities, other music to share her feminine rhymes. Surprise !