Through my entire University career, I’ve abhorred coffee, other then the occasional expresso after the sort of dinner then involved a different drink with each course (and at last count, there were only four such occasions). Tea, I drank much more of, but generally in the afore mentioned T’chai Ovna.
In Europe though, coffee takes on almost a ritual quality, to the extent that it’s near impossible to find a decent cup of tea (well brewed, no mik, no suger, left to cool for five minutes or so) in the Parliament. This saddens me, particuarly when I start to flag between breakfast and lunch and between lunch and home time.
For now, I’m reliant on the poor substitute that is Lipton’s Ice Tea. Soon, though, I must procure a teapot, for while I abhor the ‘British’ label, I do love my tea.
NB: No photos today because it was grey and rainy. Maybe tomorrow!