A sword swings making a swoosh through the air. The crowd can rival that of any NFL stadium. Eras long gone, customs upheld by fanatic few.
Horses gallop to wood chips flight. Sweat drips over men wearing chains and kilts with steel in leather.
Long dresses and garish crowns adorn braided hair of ladies that curtsy. Some hide beneath hooded capes, the air of mystery eternal.
Jesters entertain with actors of off-color humor. Jugglers light fire to torches just missing dancers twirling, running, jumping, twisting to flutes and harps.
Legs of turkey, skewered meat, roasted corn washed down by steins of ades and ales. Sweet treats picked by fingers, or fried.