The Conference
We won’t spoon-feed you the full itinerary just yet—patience, comrade. But rest assured, MicroCon 27 EU is coming in hot, fully loaded with the biggest names in the smallest nations. The rockstars of the Republics. The emperors of the obscure. And yeah, a few wildcards that’ll leave you wondering if you accidentally joined a cult or just made your new best friend.
Oh—and there’s a surprise guest. The kind of guest that makes you sit up straight, spill your Dr. Pepper, and rethink everything.
This isn’t some bland PowerPoint snooze-fest. We’re diving deep—into the strange, beautiful, hilarious, and often brilliant world of micronations. The history that brought us here, and the bold, often absurd visions of what’s next. Somewhere between the serious and the surreal, you’ll find truth. And maybe yourself. Or maybe just a dude in a cape who claims to rule four acres outside Honfleur.
You’ll laugh. You’ll cry. You’ll eat well. And yeah, you’ll walk away inspired—or at least wildly entertained. We’ll keep the iced-tea and coffee flowing, and around noon, we break bread with a lunch worthy of monarchs, ministers, and micronational misfits alike.
And before we call it a day, we gather to honor the weird and the wonderful with our closing awards ceremony—because every sovereign deserves their moment in the spotlight.
The Venue
This isn’t your run-of-the-mill, soul-crushing conference room at the Ibis off the highway. No, Salle L’Oustaou is the kind of place where stories breathe through the stone walls—tucked right in the heart of medieval Aigues-Mortes, where the streets whisper old secrets and the past feels deliciously alive. It’s charming without trying, authentic without the tourist trap vibe—steps from ancient towers, salt flats that glow pink at sunset, and cafés pouring wine like it’s water. And when the conference breaks? You don’t line up for sad sandwiches in shrink wrap. You stroll across to Saint-Louis Square and let Le Minos remind you what lunch is supposed to taste like—local, slow, and kissed by the gods of the Camargue.
Salle L’Oustaou
2 Rue Alsace Lorraine
30220
Aigues-Mortes, France
Wear your uniform. All ages welcome. Come curious. Leave changed.