A Perfect Summer Farewell

I am basking in the glorious aroma from the single drop of patchouli oil that the gypsy placed on my wrist.  What a perfect day to enjoy the magical fantasy of the Renaissance faire.  It is the last day of the faire for the season and it was the perfect finale before the Queen makes her way back from her summer holiday to the rigors of palace life.  Low 70's, gentle breeze, and many of the peasants who swarm on the weekends stayed home for cookouts.  Ahhh, though there were many around to get a taste of the whimsy, there were few lines and not too many toes stepped on.  A perfect farewell to Summer.