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The Renaissance Fair. Kate and I left home around 8:15 this morning, arriving at the Renaissance Fair ground around 9. Traffic, at that time, was not a problem. We wandered the grounds watching fools, knaves, long-bowmen, merchants, lords and ladies plying their wares and their trades. The atmosphere was casual bawdy with buttons that said: Ready To Be Mounted, Nay, Nay, Never and Let’s Be Bad Guys. A bumper sticker on the way out, a black ribbon like the ones you see on many cars in yellow, read: Support Bondage. That sort of thing.
Kate found a pop-over, her favorite. We also located some ceramic salad plates and bowls, all different designs, but from the same potter, a high quality guy from St. Paul. Our main purpose though was to stop by Courtesans and Costumes, the Renaissance clothing boutique owned, operated and provisioned by our neighbor Lydia Perlich and her S.O. Chad. When we first went past around 9 they were busy upstairs sewing, trying to replace inventory sold the day before. They have a room with a bed and electricity above their stall, which is very near the entrance.
They bought the stall and paid it off over the last year and intend to do the same thing in several other Renaissance Fairs across the country. They travel to North Carolina, Louisiana and, they hope, Texas when the Minnesota fair closes. Over time they want to purchase stalls in other fairs, for now they camp after setting up in the other states. Lydia tells me Texas has more square feet, but Minnesota always has the largest attendance of any Renaissance Fair in the country.
More to say, but I’m tired. Ready to go to bed.
