This weekend, Wilson Park in downtown Florence was transformed into a medieval village, and all the eccentric souls descended upon the park in various states of adornment.
The three of us ventured through, as well, minus the crazy costumes.
We saw sword fighting knights, fire-breathing men, fairies, dragons, kings and queens.
Hudson got a little wooden sword, and loved tapping his toes to the medieval music.
Will ate a turkey leg. It was quite disgusting to me, but he seemed to enjoy it.
And I narrowly escaped a crazy, kissing pirate as he paraded through the square.
While this was an enjoyable festival, hopefully I won't find myself stuck in the Middle Ages (again) until at least this time next year.