I was blown away by the creativity (and madness) of my first experience of renaissance faire in Michigan. Upon learning that we have our very own ren-faire in North Carolina, I could not resist but go, enduring a two-hour drive to Charlotte and the cold Carolina fall. The village was stunning especially with the fall trees adding magic to the background. And when you are in the village at dusk, it is simply beautiful. The renaissance village is like a coveted paint on a black canvass: lights glowing, sun setting and a ton of merry-making.