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…
It’s also a good place for old guys to lech after younger women…
And middle-aged punks to brush up on their mohawks…
While their girlfriends take belly-dancing lessons…
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Madeleine took fencing lessons (from a good coach, actually)
And some others just played watermelonhead…
And the burghers drank their mead (plenty of it)…
Not everybody liked me taking their picture…
But some did …
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.
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