As any good Mary Poppins fan will tell you, when the wind shifts from the East to the West, it's then time for that practically perfect nanny to pack up her carpet bag and fly off for parts unknown.
In Bourne's modern dance-inspired version of Swan Lake, the swans are men and the prince longs not only for the love of the virile, lead swan, but also for the affection of his cold, unloving mother, the Queen.
What did this extraordinary company do at the Music Center Pavilion? You guessed right: it put away one-act connoisseur feasts and brought out the bread and butter: Sir Frederick Ashton's Cinderella