Miss Fracci as the Sylphide who prettily lures a young Scotsman to leave his fiancée and fly with her to the woods, was like a Romantic lithograph come to life. Her curled arms, smiling face and delicate feet were all the very picture of Victorian grace, and she seemed as fragile as a leaf, as intangible as the air.
– Clive Barnes on Carla Fracci, The New York Times 1967
