What it was like
You will feel ridiculous for roughly four minutes. Then someone in full kit calls you my lord with a completely straight face, a troubadour wanders past mid-song, and you stop noticing that you are wearing a cape in a Whittier park. That is the trick of a good faire: everyone commits to the bit so thoroughly that the bit stops being a bit. Pio Pico State Historic Park hosts it under real shade, which matters far more than it sounds like, because jousting in open sun is a different afternoon entirely. The tournaments are the anchor, actual mounted combat rather than choreography at walking pace, with swordplay demonstrations, an artisan market, stage acts, and period music from roaming troubadours filling the hours between. Costume is encouraged and never required; arrive as a civilian and the place works on you anyway. Turkey legs, meat pies, soft pretzels, something cold to wash it down. Bring the friend who says this is not their kind of thing. Time how long they last before they buy the hat.