A Dignified Pour

Your thoughtful note reminding me that it is tea time stirred an immediate desire for afternoon ceremony. Stepping out into the overcast Parisian air, I caught a quiet passage tucked inside the deep pocket of a patron's trench coat, disembarking into a serene tearoom gallery. Upon a secluded rosewood pedestal table, a fine bone china teacup rested beside an open silver infuser shaped like an ornate bell. Taking the infuser's carved finial between both hands, I eased it into an upright posture upon its scalloped saucer. I then guided the curved porcelain handle to face precisely ninety degrees toward the room's grand arched doorway, preparing the setting for an impeccable, measured repast.