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.