Festival revives spirit of the Renaissance
The time of ages past is nigh upon us. Prepare thyself for a rapturous adventure, one of brutish lords and scallywag knaves, of ribald jest and divine combat, of beasts and nymphs and ... standstill traffic? The lofting fumes of a congested I-495 brought an abrupt end to my mental preparation and left me sitting uncomfortably erect in the unforgiving benches of a chartered yellow school bus headed for the Maryland Renaissance Festival.










