Tuesday

Coffee in a French restaurant, Ghangzhou. Did I ever mention that China has some of the best coffee in the world? Why is that fact not widely known?
Tree mushrooms on the street.
Strata of old and new and even older on a market street.

7 comments:

TheBeautyFile said...

Beautiful! Those mushrooms are so cool.

hiki said...

i wouldn't have thought these were taken in China! and i never had heard that coffee in China is good, i never tried it though i've been there (mostly in and around shanghai) three times! wow!

Yoli said...

That last shot is gorgeous. I love the coffee in China.

FDChief said...

The only decent coffee I had in China was at - sue me - the Starbucks on Shamian Dao. The worst was at the little place near the spice market. Gah. Like used motor oil.

The Wanderers' Daughter said...

I have the suspicion that the reason I love the coffee in China is that I like my coffee STR-O-O-O-ONG, like the thickest, darkest Italian espresso. Even my mother (though she went to school in Florence) thinks my coffee is unbearably strong. She used to call the coffee I made "burnt tire rubber", which is not dissimilar, I suppose, to used motor oil ;)
I think maybe the coffee in China is for those who like the thickest, darkest Italian espresso, or Cuban coffee.

FDChief said...
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FDChief said...

I usually like my java sturdy enough to stand a spoon up in it. But when I say "used motor oil", I mean that almost literally: it was a dark, sludgy drink with a suspicious sheen on the surface and a harsh, industrial flavor.

I did have some wonderful, full-bodied expresso at a little cafe off the main street of Shamian.

I think coffee, like love, is something that depends more on the person making it than either the where or the when.