The Renaissance Pleasure Faire
The Queen's entourage. The historical enactment society was out in force.
So after the cliff-hanger last ending, I can reveal that my friend's incredibly talented housemate adjusted, remade and sewed costumes for the Renaissance Pleasure Faire. Yes, Faire. A frills and whistles recreation of Elizabethan England in LA. It was...something. Hillarious but also totally overwhelming. Overwhelming partly because of the huge numbers of people (and when you're wearing an extremely tight corset and layers of thick cloth in plus 20 degrees, your tolerance for crowds diminishes rapidly) and also because of all the stalls and performances.
I tried archery and managed to utterly miss every target - although I got closer to the target I wasn't aiming at. I now have an impressive set of bruises to nurse. There was one fun performance by Men In Tights, about how to pose like a manly man. It was hillarious. There was also a joust and a staged battle between the Saxons and the Celts. (yes, I know, but historical accuracy and consistency wasn't highly prized - I saw Don Juan-era Spaniads, Vikings and Danse Macabre mummers within 200 yards of each other).
We spent a happy morning pootling round the faire, then ate lunch in the lovely park area where the
And we went in costume.
Courtesy of my friend's talented housemate.
Faire was placed. Apparently the neighbourhood isn't the best, but the reservoir and park recreational area was really nice. Except the grass, but all grass in LA (as I am learning) is yellowing and scratchy. Ah well.
After lunch, we drove on to the Huntington Gardens, and strolled around the art gallery (small but interesting - especially since I am massively ignorant of American artists, apart from Hopper) and gardens. The rose garden smelled gorgeous, and I even saw a purple rose. The Chinese and Japanese gardens were also lovely, especially the bonsai. Of the two, I prefer the Japanese garden as it was more sheltered. The Chinese garden had a lot of rocks and buildings, and was a bit exposed in the hot sun. I should point out at this stage that we had changed out of our Renaissance dresses (it was a lovely feeling of release).
Then home via a Vietnamese restaurant - which I would highly recommend, as I would Vietnamese cuisine. Ironic that I go to LA to try it though.
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