Arrowtown (2 of ?)

I quickly learned that shopping in Arrowtown was something of a puzzle.  Everything that you could buy in Arrowtown was sold in two different stores -- for different prices.  The trick was figuring out what to buy where.  I walked up and down the street twice -- once figuring out what I wanted and where to buy it cheapest, then again going back to make my purchases.  It was small enough that I could do that -- and a beautiful day to be walking around as well.

They had a lovely little public park next to the post office (hmmm, post office...) and I sat there for awhile just resting and soaking up the pretty day.  Then I went back down the street for a meat pie and some tea.

Yummy meat pie, although I find I am incapable of eating a meat pie ANYWHERE without softly humming bits from the score of "Sweeney Todd."

As for tea ...  I don't get what it is about the U.S. and tea.  England (obviously) knows tea.  Australia and New Zealand have clearly accepted the teaness of their English heritage, and understand tea.  Maybe it was that whole dumping-it-into-Boston-Harbor thing, but the U.S. has never really allowed tea its rightful position as an equal to coffee.  (I'm not even talking about the whole scones and preserves and clotted cream thing -- which, btw, is not to be overlooked under any circumstances.  I'm just talking the beverage.)  Tea is always a distant second in the States.  You can get them to put ANYTHING in your coffee, but ask someone for a little milk to put in your tea and they look at you like you've just asked where to buy anthrax.  Here, they OFFER you milk. "Would you like milk in that?"  "Why thank you, yes."  Was that so difficult?  Man, I love travelling to countries that respect tea-drinkers.