freckles_and_doubt | dear abbey

This is where we did conference registration this morning, on the grass in the courtyard. Conferences in medieval abbeys don't suck.

This is the hall which was the main venue. It's known as the Monks' Attic. Note: no actual monks visible.

Lunch was in the Crypt, a decent photo of which I shall attempt to obtain tomorrow, and which was moreover possibly the only place in Ghent that's actually cool. (Apart from my hotel room, in which I am sitting in not much, clothing-wise, gently and happily turning blue at the extremities).

The conference is full of lovely people and shop talk, and the papers today were interesting, apart from mine, which I totally and utterly screwed up, to the point of reaching slightly over halfway through it, with the interesting meat still to come, and being told I had two minutes left. I still don't know what the hell I did. Reeling slightly. People were very kind, but I'm not fooled. Memo to self: do not attempt to compress what were apparently two entire papers into one in future. Also, attempt to find clue.