A giant old lamp at my doctors office. Schöneberg, Berlin.
From The New York Times:
“East Frisian tea,” he said with pride. It was blended by a tea seller in the region where he grew up. “It is special.”
I stared at the strange mixture and sipped. It was strong and biting, mostly dark Assam leaves leavened only by a bit of Darjeeling. But as the sugar and cream rushed up from the bottom of the cup, the brew softened.