Here comes an insane number of pictures. Lill was SO kind and never made me feel rushed despite my “Squirrel!” at every turn. And she drove. And she walked the extra mile in the parking lot to get the car and pick me up when we were done. What a friend!
You can still go, it’s running for a few more weekends but I have advice. Surprised?! According to a security guy I visited with for a while, don’t go on Saturday, the crowds are worse. You should get there early on Sunday, like 9:30 and it opens at 10. Then you have 2-3 good hours before the crowds and the heat will crush you.
Purists must be going nuts since the Renaissance Pleasure Faire is now frequented by Vikings, Steam Punks, Superheros, Romans in togas, Pirates, and of course the ever-present Trekkies.
At the gate waiting for opening, we had some entertainment from the Queen of the May.
A flying pig! And if you pull the chain the wings flap. I got the guy’s card just in case, later, I find I need this.
Not one person who I asked, ‘may I take your picture!?’ did not immediately strike a pose.
Reflect-o with a Renaissance unicorn.
There was so much entertainment around the very very large venue. Music, plays, magic, fun around every corner.
We had a lot of entertainers scattered around the trees to enjoy too.
Yup, ask and they’ll strike a pose. Cute Lill!
This clothier had quite a setup. Lovin’ the mirrors.
These guys were working on the staff meal.
Let’s Play!
The Renaissance must have been a time traveler’s dream destination.
More tree-side entertainment.
Sooo many shops. I know, the watch.
Again, more problems for the purists. This ride I think qualifies as era-appropriate and there were others, but there were also rides and games that relied on materials that were not era-appropriate, but it seemed they were making plenty of money anyway.
The crafts tent. We didn’t go in.
When we first got to the food court around 11:15 there were practically no lines anywhere and seats in the shade were available. It was amazing and wonderful.
More.
Turkey legs of course, required! It was still so pleasant. One hour later and forget it, everywhere you see here was packed.
You have something you’d like to wear to the Renaissance Pleasure Faire? Wear it!
