I also went to the street fair. I didn't see the poets, but I did have the guys from the improve make up a haiku on the spot.
Only thing I bought was ice cream. My inner hippie definitely came out with all the music and tie dye and sandalwood, though. Now Imma light some incense.
I almost bought one of those big colorful sheet type things from India - only because I had them back in the 70s (thrown on my couch or bed, you know the ones - tapestry-type things.)
I was unfortunate enough to run into a few drunk people. I don't miss that way to spend a Sunday afternoon, at all. One guy was selling stuff in a booth. Not a good way to do business. I felt sorry for him.
Ruby, the Cypress knee lamp:
...and it has to have that traditional vintage basket weave shade.