Discovering the Renaissance Pleasure Faire: Part 1

In 1989, after years of hearing about the Renaissance Pleasure Faire from friends and vendors we knew through our bookstore, I finally decided to attend. The fair had been held in Agoura, California, for many years, but somehow I had always found a reason not to go. When it moved to San Bernardino, just a short distance from our bookstore in Riverside, I decided it was finally time.

By then, Stephanie and I had been operating our metaphysical bookstore for fifteen years. We sold books, music, crystals, incense, and a wide variety of other products, and I thought the fair might be a good way to promote the store and connect with people who shared similar interests.

On opening day, despite a light drizzle, Stephanie and I headed to San Bernardino with the girls. Even before we entered the gates, performers were outside telling stories, entertaining visitors, and welcoming people to the event. As soon as the gates opened, we walked in, and I approached the very first booth I saw. It sold clay beads and featured a bowl filled with small Venetian glass trade beads. Because of my interest in Native American studies, the beads immediately caught my attention. I remember looking around and thinking, “Where have I been all this time?”

Throughout the day, we visited friends and vendors we already knew, including Belle Starr. Everywhere I looked, craftspeople, performers, musicians, and artisans were creating a world that felt completely removed from everyday life. Yet somehow, it also felt strangely familiar.

In many ways, it felt like home. By the end of the day, I was hooked.