Upon arriving and armed with my mapquest walking directions, I headed for the beguinage. If you do not know what that is, it is worth a click on the link.  Lace to suffice to say it is an 800 yearold quasi monastery. Protected by a group of Benedictine nuns living there.  The 12
Nuns run a small guest house for any who wants solitude and peace.

I pushed and pulled The Monster Suitcase. We arrived at the quiet and securely locked green door hoping someone would a) answer and b) would know who I was. The door opened and I was gloriously greeted by  Belgian Sr. Clare welcoming me warmly and drawing me in to their community and guesthouse.

Now all the windows have curtains with a stripe of lace done by Sr. Marie Anne. the lace sister. We talked lace over the next three days.  I slept, missed masses and generally am getting adjusted. She showed me her pillow block; seems to be the most common here with a lovely large torchon pattern. She uses a stand but many use folding tables like us. I haven't seen much lace now.