Croatia now, in any case, is more than a place. It is half dream, half nightmare. The dance routines are very like the Hungarian ones, but without the extra elements of gaucho and campfire romance. Croatia made its dancers demigods. The programme is long, the colours stunning.
Sophistication can go no further.
One sequence has the girls doing their elegant patter-patter steps in flowing black dresses, slashed by stoles of colour, flame emerald hidden by smoky gauze. They invoke Velasquez, and the romanticism of the 1930s films of Irving Thalberg. As pairs, they do the most complex patterns without flaw. Their elevated intensity is never heavy. The Estonian part of the show does not attempt such heights but has its own fun and simplicity.