I rode out to our local little Renaissance Faire yesterday, the first time I’ve been to one since I got fed up with the SCA years ago. It was a rather drab affair overall, though I did find a few things worth looking at. I doubt I’ll be going back any year soon.
Costuming from 850-1850, pro-wrasslin’ jousters, geeks, cleavage, geeks with cleavage (both sexes), and giant turkey legs for lunch. Just like the RenFest here.
Minnesota’s is one of the bigger ones, though. And more permanent; there’s a village of wooden buildings that’s there year-round. It gets re-used as the “trail of terror” haunted house (er, haunted town) for Halloween.