After visiting the Préfecture twice in one day, I needed a break. Nick wanted to check out a Roman amphitheater in the 5th arrondissement, so we Velib’ed over there. The weather was absolutely perfect for a bike ride. After sunning ourselves in the amphitheater for a bit, Nick remembered a tea salon he had visited, with an idyllic-sounding patio and mint tea. Now, I am weird about mint in my tea. I adore it in iced tea, but can’t stand it in hot tea. The discord between the cooling flavor of the mint and the heat of the tea bring about some kind of Sartrian nausea. Somehow, Nick managed to convince me to wander around the 5th until we found this tea place. After a few wrong turns, we found it, just as he had described:
A big iron gate leading into a large tiled patio filled with greenery and birds.
We seated ourselves at one of the many small tiled tables and soaked up the atmosphere.
It was nice and cool in the shade, and there was so much to look at: The intricate tilework on the walls as well as inside, the tourists, the people sharing a hookah, the birds overhead, and the exotic foliage. There was one waiter making the rounds with a tray of glasses filled with hot mint tea. I decided to give it another shot.
And it was very refreshing. Just sweet enough, and the perfect temperature for drinking without burning your mouth. After such an invigorating pause, I had the newfound energy I needed to hunt down and cook dinner. And finally write a blog entry with pictures.