We made it out yesterday to the St. Louis Renaissance Faire, which takes place in May and June on the edge of the metro area. The conceit is that this is "Petit Lyon" of 1518. The lords, ladies, peasants and knights of 16th Century France walk about with the most outrageous fake French accents, right up in this league. As we left, one of the cast bid me au revoir. Jusqu'à l'année prochaine, I replied. Say what?
The young lady above might have posed for Vermeer. What she's doing with a didgeridoo I haven't the faintest. The man in the second photo could be looking for Velasquez's studio or a disreputable Mexican cantina.
I'm going to run with this all week. Jousting! Sword play! Gratuitous cuteness! Shrek!
The young lady above might have posed for Vermeer. What she's doing with a didgeridoo I haven't the faintest. The man in the second photo could be looking for Velasquez's studio or a disreputable Mexican cantina.
I'm going to run with this all week. Jousting! Sword play! Gratuitous cuteness! Shrek!
