Medieval Festival
It was 3:30pm on a breezy fall Sunday when I read about the Medieval Fest happening that day. The only downside was the hour-and-a-half MTA adventure separating me in Bushwick from Fort Tryon, a sprawling, timeless park in what felt like Southern Canada, but what was really 190th Street. Making it there with an hour left in the festivities, I knew I had to be quick on my toes to see all the sights. The main event was undoubtedly the jousting exhibition, but the many mead vendors, face painters, and relaxing families made for plenty of shooting material. Before leaving I grabbed a brat from a man screaming to the heavens about their discounted meats, and felt I when-in-Rome’d properly.
