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I remember a woman with a pear nestled between her breasts. That’s what most traumatized my pubescent self the last time I went to a Renaissance Faire, somewhere in Marin County circa 1989. I’m here to report that nothing has changed two decades later at the New York Renaissance Faire: all women are wenches. T-shirts […]
The Paris Review - Notes From a Renaissance Faire - The Paris Review
Notes From a Renaissance Faire - The Paris Review - The Paris Review
The Paris Review - Notes From a Renaissance Faire - The Paris Review
The Paris Review - Notes From a Renaissance Faire - The Paris Review
The Paris Review - Notes From a Renaissance Faire - The Paris Review