We also visited a nearby Tea Museum, where each room was an exhibit of tea’s storied past. The buildings are old Chinese buildings with grey bricks layered upon one another. Each building housed one kind of tea and was curated according to the regions; Infographics told the tale of tea’s journey, from its origins to the meticulous processes of its making.
The museum sat amidst the tea farms, surrounded by magnolia trees and camellias, their blossoms releasing a perfume that was both divine and intoxicating.
We moved through the rooms, each one deepening our understanding of the humble leaf that had shaped so much of the history of tea and how it expands our sensorial experiences with simply(yet intricate) just leaves and water.
At last, we scaled the summit of the hill, a place brimming with knowledge, culture, and tea, and there, amid the quiet reverence, stood a solitary photographer—perhaps poised, as if in waiting, for some elusive moment to unfold, to be captured on the sacred ground of the ceremonial tea spot.
