A really beautiful little Tea Garden in the middle of Golden Gate Park. Apparently, the Japanese family that took care of the garden and trained many of the trees there in the way of their family that had been doing it for generations, was interned in prison camps during WWII. Their property was entrusted to others and sold off. The trees were then willed back to the garden from the woman who had them.
There is a tea house in the middle where you can sit and have a cup of tea. I chose green tea.
Unfortunately, some asshole's car alarm kept going off, and my zenlike calm wasn't quite as expected- as visions of cinderblocks through windshields danced in my head.
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