Simply..Deutsche Post and ginger tea....

This was my favourite photograph from Berlin (mostly they were terrible, of which more later).

Since I came home I have been drinking ginger tea the way it was served to me in a little florist/cafe in Schoeneberg. The kind of place where you could go with your notebook and pen and sit for  an hour. An array of candles, amaryllis and Christmas foliage, inside and out on the pavement, a few tables, a good choice of coffees and teas. I expected a sachet of ginger tea, but was served a beautiful bowl - no handle - good to warm your hands on on a freezing day - with strips of fresh ginger in the bottom,  and in another small dish on the side a generous amount of beautiful creamy honey.

The work of moments.

I won't be going back to sachets.