On November 14th, Magicopolis was taken over by a band of
gypsies and I felt like Larry Talbot looking for Maleva as I
wandered in. The sitar of Farhan Khan, the passionate violining
of Andre, and the guitar of Robert Constantine, all part of
Fontain’s MUSE, gave the proceedings an exotic flavoring, but
mostly the piercing eyes of Kaia Phelps, which peered at me
through the darkness, cast a musical spell over me, pounding all
the while on her percussions, while the fetching Fontain herself
playfully banged on bells and symbols in support of a masterful
magician called Majinga, the leader of the gypsies who this night
crowned an audience member King of Santa Monica, after
hypnotizing him with a shrunken skull and putting a sword
through his throat. His finger yoga and tricks with feathered
rings surrounded Marguerite’s dance with her serpent (who
appeared out of nowhere while she ate Eve’s apple) and a
beautiful Genie that floated in air as the Queen of Atlantis.
After Fontain further entranced us with a witty song about
“Gypsies in Santa Monica”, Kaia transformed herself into an S
and M Desert Rose, spinning circles mesmerizingly around us
with flaming leather bound handcuffs. Thereafter I witnessed the
birth of a dragon (and was even given some of his skin) before
the show concluded with Pandora’s Box, in which Genie and a
white dove inexplicable arose out of a sword struck box.

Then the fun really began as Kaia shot some
confetti all over me. This troop rewards repeat visits to its campfire,

and the Bazaar truly proved itself to

be magique-ful as this colorful, happy evening came to its festive end.