It’s hard not to feel like this ringmaster, tucked away in a shop along Paradise Pier, is looking down on you. I’m not sure if it’s just because he’s so tall or if his curly mustache has something to do with it. There’s something about a curled mustache that always makes me think that some nefarious plot is being hatched. Either way I am completely intrigued by this showman and love the touch he adds to the boardwalk. It’s another one of those pieces that help make you feel like you’re somewhere else entirely. If you’ll excuse me, I need to go get some wax to curl my mustache.