In route to Antwerp from Brussels we detoured to the Trappisten, a roadside tavern across the street from the Westmalle Abbey. Beneath a cloudless sky on the patio we sipped from chaliced Westmalle glasses: one golden, the other brown. The brown was a mixture of the Triple and Dubbel (called a Trip-Trap), resulting in something between a Tripel, Dubbel, and Quadrupel. Midday sun cut the Spring with Summertime. The buds on leafless branches carried persistent remains of morning condensation. They reflected tiny bulbs rising in columns toward the red-bricked wall surrounding Westmalle Abbey.