I was at a masked party one evening in Paris when Marie Antoinette showed up in nothing but her underwear, albeit very pretty underwear indeed. She prowled sumptuously about the room until she found a stage and proceeded to perform the most hypnotising dance with two giant feather fans. Who is that woman behind the feathers? What is her story? I wondered. And then she was gone. “That’s Sucre d’Orge!” someone whispered to me. And that is how I came to interview a Parisian burlesque dancer…
