Romantic Ballet

On a moonlit night in the winter of 1835, the carriage of Marie Taglioni was halted by a Russian highwayman, and that ethereal creature commanded to dance for this audience of one upon a panther’s skin spread over the snow beneath the stars. “I have never had so appreeciative an audience either before or afterwards”, she said. From this actuality arose the legend that, to keep alive the memory of this adventure so precious to her, Taglioni formed the habit of placing a piece of ice in her jewel casket or dressing table drawer, where melting among the sparkling stones, there was evoked a hint of the starlit heavens over the ice-covered landscape.
cited in Dance Anecdotes: Stories from the Worlds of Ballet, Broadway, the Ballroom, and Modern Dance, ed. Mindy Aloff