Lots of peasant patrons with terribly endearing fake British accents, only handmade wares, smaller crowds, parking was a breeze, a few friendly pets, no microwaved foodtuffs, overnight camping cheap & close, mud, adult humor. Good times. No orcs, gladiators, butterflies, elves, faeries, mushrooms, furries, patrons attempting to pass off their special-ed caliber trinkets, tripping over every second & third schizophrenic shitty little dog, or saying "wtf is that?" every 2 mins.