“If I can remember one thing about Charles Dickens from my sophomore year of high school, it’s this: there is nothing ironic in his stories. The good people are good and the bad people are bad. What you see is what you get.” explained my friend Peter as the man in dressed as a School Headmaster from the Victorian era walked past us. I had called up Peter to see if he wanted to join me to attend the Great Dickens Christmas Fair hosted here in San Francisco, because AJ was otherwise preoccupied this past weekend. Exactly as it sounds, the fair itself is a Victorian England version of the Renaissance Fair, except instead of jousting, there is proper British fencing, instead of fried turkey legs, there are meat pies, instead of knights there are chimney sweepers and instead of mead there was ale…lots and lots of ale. Of course, there was also an assortment of Dickens characters including the ghost of Christmas past, present and future, Mr. Scrooge, Tiny Tim and Charles Dickens himself. And yes there were probably more hoop skirts, corsets and top hats than I have ever seen in one place at one time in my life.
Special thanks to the Great Dickens Christmas Fair for providing me tickets to visit the fair this year. The fair is going on every weekend until Christmas at the Cow Palace in San Francisco.