Bellocq is a magical tea shop a couple blocks away from my apartment. I only discovered it a couple months ago, even though I've lived by it for two years now. It's easy to miss because it's on a quiet street, tucked behind two huge heavy metal doors. But when you walk in there are green vines hanging off of every surface and the entire store smells of sandalwood incense. There is always a plate of fresh tea in tiny cups on the table to try and they have a huge table with all the loose leaf tea they have, imported from all over the world, ready to smell. Their tea transports me to another place, as does their fresh jam which I spread on toast every weekend, and drinking it at home feels like an escape.