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New Market Village
sprawls over fifty acres. Within the village are sixteen taverns and
inns where one might slake their thirst or satisfy their hunger. Upon
our arrival, we make purchase of Scottish Eggs -- hard boiled eggs
wrapped in sausage then fried. Tis the perfect food to break
one's
fast. Scottish Eggs were not the only strange food I had this
day. From the Homme De Mer
located at the Musketeer's Banquet,
I had the shrimp etoufee in a bowl of hard bread. I also sampled
their fried alligator. Once fried, even this cousin to the dragon
tastes
like chicken.
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Sir Richard's coach is full this fine day. Present is Friar
Cassidy, Mary, Peter, Sir Richard of course, Ross and his good woman
Phoebe, and myself who is not in the Flemish painting. |
Sir Richard the Just travels as a villager. I know not which
order Friar James is attached with..
Both hast made the journey to New Market Village many a times. Sir
Richard was known to attend every weekend of festival till the tolls
were increased. He knows the layout of the grounds better than
any man around.
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We watch The
Flaming
Idiots perform at the Globe Theatre which is perhaps the
grandest
stage at New Market Village. The Royal Court may view the acts from the
second level. Gyro stands atop Pyro as both passes flaming torches to
the front and behind the poor victim (ahhh...volunteer) to Walter who
is
offscreen.
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The Duellists is
comprised of Sir Lian Perrin, the lovely Dona Juana (her formal name is
much too long for me to remember) and the Russian Boris Tadeathsky who
replaces Generalissimo Pico de Gallo. These singing swordfighters
are best known for their Hedgiehog song where three little hedgehogs
meet their demise at the hands of the gardner.
I purchase up a bag of small beignets which I enjoy as I walk
along
the fairegrounds.
What is thy name?
A woman asks as I pass her kiosk. I tell her and she kindly
scratches my name onto a grain of rice which I tuck away in a small
container.
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