The world, that is the question, this world which we think we inhabit, not realising I guess how much we construct it.
For instance, I could be quite wrong about those people, they may not have been Flemish and they might have been ill at ease in Philip's intellectual though friendly cafe? (Which now, I should say, is a cybercafe also.) They didn't stay very long but I still feel I love them, and the kind of ancient strength which I sense in such cultures as Flemish, long dominated and aware.