Burlesque Dance Lessons
Saturday, June 11th, 2011Dancing lessons for fun?
Does anyone know of any good dance classes in Melbourne? Nothing serious, just something you can show up to casually that wont cost a fortune. Some friends and I want to go for a bit of exercise. I was thinking stuff like Burlesque, Salsa, Belly Dancing, etc…
I’ll be driving there from up north, we live about an hour and a half away from Melb. Preferably something in the northern suburbs, not around the bay but even right in the city would be fine. I dont have any of the suburb/city local papers either! 
They are EVERYWHERE! As an example.. if your in the northern suburbs, La Trobe uni at Bundoora runs dance classes.. eastern suburbs, Ringwood and Lilydale. But yea, they are everywhere. If you have a look in your local paper (like your local Leader!) that sorta stuff is advertised pretty often.
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