If you’ve never been to the Rennaisance Pleasure Faire, then it’s hard to convey a sense of it. The sheer number of things to see overcomes most people, when they go for the first time. There are ribbons and flags waving in the wind, the sound of bells, of lutes, of ocarinas in the air, the lilt of foreign accents, the smell of cooking foods and flowers, the warmth of sun on your face and the wind in your hair. The setting aside, what differs more is the people. People work at faire to have fun, to entertain. If you’re willing to play with them, they’re happy to banter with you. When was the last time someone tried to sell you something by insisting it was carried on the backs of explorers from the wilds of the far off Indies?