I
live in Germany, and every summer, my town holds a Middle Ages Festival. Many of you have been to Renaissance Faires
before. The coolest things about my town's festival are:
I'll
show you what I mean.
First,
the location: right downtown. In my town, Main Street is littered with
historical buildings and two wonderful old towers as it is. Add a few stands and people in costume,
and the centuries-old look is complete.
As
you can imagine, if it just takes place on Main Street, there's no way to
charge admission. The festival's free the entire weekend. You only pay for
things you buy.
Next,
the authenticity.
There
are two stages. For those who want more party and less authenticity, there is
one "real" stage with a band and amplifiers. But the other stage is
basically an empty square on the size of the cobblestone street. It's for jugglers,
acrobats and minstrels you need to get close enough to hear. There is no
loudspeaker.
Need
more attractions than that? How about ye ole' hand-crank carousel?
The
food: don't come looking for chicken nuggets, curly fries or ice cream. We bought
a delicious, dark onion bread, fresh from the wood-burning oven, so warm we
could barely eat it without burning our fingers.
I
didn't have the patience to stand in the long line for a type of Transylvanian
cake, baked over an open fire, but it looked amazing too.
Of
course you can buy things besides food. Glassblowers
make ornaments. My daughter bought a child-size bow and arrow (with suction-cup
"points") that she's been shooting at the living room door ever since.
I'm grinning and bearing it.
My
son bought a small earthenware mug from this stand. He looks very medieval as
he drinks his orange juice in the mornings now.
The
blacksmith sold scissors he made himself.
Woven
baskets are still used pretty regularly in Germany, for small shopping trips or
to transport a minor amount of things. So this stand could be useful. The
timbered house in the background is a restaurant.
The
festival even sports a camp behind the town's castle, where costumed people live
in tents during the two-day festival, cook over open flame, lounge and practice
fighting. They looked so much at home, it would have felt intrusive to take a picture.
So
our festival might not be as big and spectacular as the Renaissance Faires
you're used to. But it has its charm. I'll close with a look back down the
street at the second tower, flying the town's traditional black and yellow flags
late in the evening.
Interested
in more on my town?
Bet
you didn't realize signs could be this beautiful.
All
pictures by me.