
Bottom Photo: exterior of "Cathedral of Our Lady"
So I spent a couple of days in Antwerp. It is quite the fashion centre. Every designer I have ever heard of is represented here and hundreds more that I haven't heard of. I saw Belgium's largest, and most splendid, cathedral, it was quite the sight. The amount of money and effort required to build such things is incredible. It took t

It was interesting to understand that after a painter becomes a master he pretty much stops painting. What happens is the master, whom has serveral assistants and one apprentice, creates an oil sketch of the painting he wishes to have created. An oil sketch is a drawing but instead of a pencil they use oil paint to create the effect of a painting with less work. The assistant then does most of the work of creating the painting and the master comes in at the end to provide the finishing touches, this gives the painting the masters touch or signature. In this way, masters were able to produce many more pieces of art then they otherwise could have.
I then spent half a day in Ghent, which I did on my way to Brussels, though Ghent is not on the way to Brussels per se. Ghent is a very small, and still, very medieval. I went to another cathedral there, while impressive it wasn't on the same scale as the one in Antwerp. It did have a treasury, which contained serveral chalices, a few very old music books and many candal stands. My main focus in Ghent was an 800 year old castle in the middle of the city. It was fairly small, as castles go, but it did have a torture museum and a weapons museum. It is absolutely insane the things they did to extract confessions. For instance, the would put a collar around your neck that had a lot of spikes pressed against your neck then tie ropes from the collar to the walls and then you would stand there until you confessed. Or, they would have you straddling, what looks like a dog house, and tie weights to your legs. I certaintly would rather confess to a crime I didn't commit then have my thumbs screwed, and then shattered with a hammer. The weapons were also interesting there was one sword that was taller that I am and there were a few guns, if you can call them that, from the 16th century.
I am learing quite a bit on this trip. ;)
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