I love the Renaissance Faire……for me, staying too long at the Faire is not possible. It seems my life is filled with pageantry and reenactment.
It isn’t out of the norm to wander into a MacDonalds near my home in Gettysburg and see a sword toting General ordering a Big Mac or hear a cannon blast every now and then…..or witness a regiment of soldiers march down Baltimore Street.
So, listening to the harps and bells and
bagpipes at the Ren Faire and seeing Midieval costumed villagers stroll by is commonplace for me.
I love to watch the people…..I love the outfits, the mismatched sneakers that don a wench’s feet…..the cell phone at the ear of an executioner…….
Every once and a while, the wrinkle in time unfolds before my eyes…….
The perfect costume, no T-Shirted patrons in camera eye…….these are the moments that give me the most pleasure…….
Here is one such moment from yesterday……