When in Rome, do as the Romans do.
Or rather, when in Florence, do as the British do - afternoon tea with scones and clotted cream.
We were several days into our trip, my feet had officially blistered, and A (my daughter) and I were officially lost. We were looking for the book café Volume, and had walked up and down the street the GPS was insisting it was on, but there was nothing.
At last we pieced together that it was just closed and there was no street facing sign. We had walked past the entrance at least three times.
Discouraged, tired, and probably a little hungry, we walked in the direction of "quiet" without a clear plan of where we were now going to rest our feet and get a little chill time.
We nearly walked past La Via Del Té with its elegant, but unassuming entryway. It was A that noticed the tea shop through the window, and as we peered in deciding whether we were in a shopping mood, the tables came into focus.
We spent the next hour and a half tucked into a corner in the inner courtyard, sipping the expertly brewed teas, talking about writing, storytelling, the Joni Mitchell rite of passage, and life.
It was perfect.
"Drink your tea slowly and reverently, as if it is the axis on which the world earth revolves - slowly, evenly, without rushing toward the future." ~Thich Nhat Hanh
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