Afternoon Antics

I never tire of afternoon tea. Over steaming cups of cardamom-and-vanilla-infused chai and berry teas, Cherlou and I recalled the tea house we visited a few years back, the one tucked away in the hills of the Oregon countryside, up the meandering dirt road lined with christmas trees. This time, there were no dirt roads to navigate or christmas trees paving the way, but there was certainly good tea. The tea house was Chado Tea Room, which was adjacent--or was it inside?--the Japanese American Art Museum in Little Tokyo. I must say, Alex was such a sport for putting up with the two of us and our conspiring ways!