I always thought RLS's description of the Trappist monks,
their contemplative silence and austere monastery to be particularly astute and evocative.
"A stern simplicity, heightened by the romance of the
surroundings, spoke directly to the heart. I recall the whitewashed
chapel, the hooded figures in the choir, the lights alternately occluded
and revealed, the strong manly singing, the silence that ensued, the
sight of cowled heads bowed in prayer, and then the clear trenchant
beating of the bell, breaking in to show that the last office was over
and the hour of sleep had come"
Be sure to listen for that "clear trenchant beating of the bell"
if you follow anew Stevenson's footsteps!