

Hanfu at the Ren Faire!
The Western lands are stranger than the old chronicles suggest. I arrived at a gathering they call a "Faire" — a word that sounds nothing like "market" yet somehow functions as one. The locals wear simple vestments and speak in vulgar tongues.
I sampled a beverage they name "beer." It is cold, bitter, and bubbles upon the tongue like medicine — yet they consume it with great joy. It lacks the dignity of tea, though it seems to serve a similar purpose.
Most curious — upon my approach, common Western folk have raised their hands and bowed before me. It seems even in the West they show reverence to the Great Ming Dynasty. I did not correct them, as bowing before a Mandarin is to bow before he Emperor. Who am I to rob the peasants of their unexpected piety?
I shall investigate further. For now, I bring back my observations... And a strange thirst.
(Photo credit to my good friend who also joined me at the faire!)