Via Theviewpoint.com:

Smells of lilac and palm were everywhere, hanging in the air. The Imperial trooper removed his white sculpted helmet and breathed in the spring morning. Immediately, the pleasant smell of Anaheim was replaced with the riper fragrance of Star Wars Town, a smell of sweaty excitement and, also, of sweat. It was the smell of the Anaheim Convention Center floor, where more than 60,000 “Star Wars” fans descended on each day of Star Wars Celebration, the giant, semi-occasional, Lucasfilm-produced bacchanal to all things from a galaxy far, far away.
It was the smell of men and women dancing in Darth Vader and Boba Fett armor, and 45-year-old parental “Star Wars” fans towing hordes of kids with light sabers; it was the smell of long lines to hear to Mark “Luke Skywalker” Hamill discuss his life and to attend a rare screening of the original “Star Wars” translated into Navajo.
Star Wars Town was a quirky place, and if you stayed long enough, the world itself started to look like “Star Wars.” You realized you were standing knee-deep in Sith.
Normally this place is thought of as Disneyland; the park and resort sits across the street from the convention center and dominates cultural life. But Disney announced it was buying Lucasfilm for $4 billion in 2012, a purchase that was controversial with the residents of Star Wars Town, and so the Mouse kept his distance during the convention, which ended Sunday. Because Star Wars Town is real, an autonomous place. Or was. Here are some notes from my visit.

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