You are right. I was a potter/sculptor merchant at a few northern Ren faires- Valhalla (destroyed when commercial managers took it over), and Folsom’s. Oh... I did a small one in Fresno at Kearney Park once and another in... Visalia, I think. I preferred the two close to home. Set-up and tear-down was brutal at times.
It was a great 20 years. The Scottish clans were the most fun. I loved watching the blacksmiths. Nothing like meat-on-a-stick.
My grandfather drove my grandmother up Kearney Blvd. to Kearney Park in his big, shiny automobile when he was courting her in 1909. Of course, Kearney Park was just the grounds of Mr. Kearney’s home then. She was mightily impressed.