Aunt Polly was treating Marilyn to tea –and we all joined.
Never have I experienced such beautifully refined recklessness. The tea parlor –La Tea Da– is a little old house converted into a charming space I could imagine being the living room of any little old grandmother. Lace everywhere. Mixmatched china. Lovely conversation. Any tea snob (like myself) in the Rochester area should check it out. (Lover’s Leap was a spectacular tea.)