For almost fifteen years, I thought Medieval Festivals were unique to the more suburban parts of the country, like perhaps Upstate New York or Pennsylvania. What a pleasant surprise it was to find out that not only was there one in New York City, but that people dressed up for it with all the enthusiasm that could be expected. There were corsets and pantaloons aplomb on that festive Sunday! Even though there were just as many people in plain, modern day dress, one couldn’t escape from a swirl of gown and flash of puce at every turn. It could hardly be called an exclusive club, yet I found myself exchanging knowing glances whenever I saw someone else just like me, dressed up in their prettiest frocks.