I love medieval festas, I love the gorgeous costumes and armour and stilt-walkers, drummers, mummers and flag-jugglers, hurdy-gurdy and crumhorn players, and all manner of pageantry. And I love that in this town, this kind of stuff is a regular pattern of life, probably a lot like it was in the 13th century.
But I'm pretty glad I decided not to get a place inside the walls.
Party in the noisy section; camp in the quiet section. A good old SCA rule that has stood me well, lo, these 35 years.
Setting things on fire is pretty fun too. Bonfire Night, Norcia-style.