But not so much the Renaissance
as the Middle Ages; not so much the Middle Ages
as the Olden Times. Baronets and ladies walk the streets
of this mock medieval village, mingling with wizards
and with burly Viking raiders, who, far from contemplating
any murder, rape, or pillage, are standing in the coffee line,
sharing a bag of deep-fried pickles. A Morris dance
unfolds on one of the smaller outdoor stages, as vendors
hawk handicrafts of colored glass and crystal.
