|La Via del Te|
You round a corner, see an outdoor semi-covered market with stands selling fresh vegetables, cheeses and meat, as well as cheaply-made designer knockoffs. Next to this market is a very unassuming tea shop sign that I doubt I'd see were I not looking for it.
|beautiful tea cannisters|
For a moment after I order a King of Pu-erh, whatever that is, I worry that she thinks I want two cups of the same tea. Yet as soon as I land on the words 'due infusioni', the tea server's eyes light up with understanding. Infusion is a universal term in the world of tea.
One of the things I like most about good tea: the first infusion only has a hint of how nice this tea will actually become.
Before I leave I decide to take small portions of what they call Oolong Fleur d'Orient and a simple Keemun. Am glad I remember this, because I like to carry a memory of a nice tea shop home with me.
My body is warm and content. My feet are grateful for the rest, and I'm back on my way into the welcoming streets of Florence. Via the Way of Tea.
|one last glimpse of the shop|