Faire

And actually this feeling was enhanced for me, since I really was lost, having no idea where we were going since leaving the car, just following in Indian file - last, as was my custom. For some reason I found myself with Charron. Not sure how or why. She was visiting SusieQ who was my partner in our pottery shop, and I had only just met her. There was an energy burning between us, so that we seemed to be bonded, fused together, electrified by touch.

She was not the physical sort I had ever had any experience with, kinky brownish hair, thin, medium tall, but she was cute, and had this personality exuding intelligence and humor, and she seemed to like me. Maybe she was just as stoned as I was, but we both just simply wandered around hand in hand for 3 hours, in sort of a daze, hardly talking, but simply perhaps staring like zombies at this strange village from times gone past.

We were suddenly in an Elizabethan village. There were byways lined with tents, with colored cloth and canvas walls, sometimes with fabric banners and flags hung from jutting corner posts, or planted in front of open entryways displaying coats of arms.

Inside might be elaborate Elizabethan dress on display or for sale, leather work, replicas of spinning wheels and the various implements for making clothing, jewellery, implements of war, coins, pewter and metal works, tapestries, calligraphy, pens and wax seals, coins and medallions, perfumes, scents and soaps, even musical instruments and toys of the time. There was also fine art, paintings and drawings, drinking vessels and utensils.

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