As a person who doesn’t drink tea or coffee I am intrigued by the ritual of making a cup of tea that most people enjoy.  My friend, Ginnie and I visited a little town called Enderby in BC and I discovered a quaint little shop called Mimi's Tea Shop and Cafe.

Opening the door I stepped into a large café that was a blend of Chinese and French decorations. The paintings on the wall were like I had seen in the Parisian Cafes, bright images portraying life in the country side. The tables were set with random tablecloths with mismatching chairs. Each table had a sugar pot and a vase with flowers. On the right, immediately as you walked in, there were many clear glass containers with every conceivable type of tea making it look like a Chinese herbal store or an apothecary. It was intriguing and reminded me of the old general stores from years past.

The teapots were standing pert on a large table nearby – they came in every shape, colour and size. Seeing them there in all their glory made me smile.

The teacups were what caught my fancy – mugs and cups and dainty chinaware. Each came with its own saucer and spoon.