I never say no to a cup of tea – but somehow I find that tea always tastes best when I get to drink it in a cafe, watching the world go by and contemplating. One of the things I love most about visiting Paris is all of the hours that I can happily wile away sitting on the outdoor terrace of a cafe, nursing one cup of tea for hours. Saturday afternoons at East Cafe don’t quite have that Parisian charm, but they do brew a lovely cup of tea.
