Roger L. Simon

Almost but not quite you father's Renaissance Pleasure Faire

I stopped going to the Renaissance Fair some time around 1983 when it was in Topanga Canyon. I remember it as a hot, dusty relic of the hippie era that interested me less than a Buffalo Springfield album – a lot less, come to think of it. But the last few years Sheryl and Madeleine have been going to a re-upped Renaissance Pleasure Faire, which, a sixties snob, I resisted until this year. I shouldn’t have. It’s fun. And it’s also an excellent people-watching opportunity since the sociology is layered and complex – a bit of old Deadhead hippie ethic, mixed with a a biker-redneck thing and some ethnic salsa of various stripes. The group below is typical…

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It’s also a good place for old guys to lech after younger women…

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And middle-aged punks to brush up on their mohawks…

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While their girlfriends take belly-dancing lessons…

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Madeleine took fencing lessons (from a good coach, actually)

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And some others just played watermelonhead…

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And the burghers drank their mead (plenty of it)…

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Not everybody liked me taking their picture…

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But some did …

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Anyway, you get the idea. It all had a je ne sais Diane Arbus quoi. More fun than Disneyland, though slightly less “family,” if you catch my drift.