Yesterday, I was sitting with a couple of hot scones, blueberry jam and cream. Within reach, on a delicate wooden table, my 5 o'clock companion, my little cup of tea. Unfolding carelessly the Financial Times to look up the cricket results of the Indian-Pakistan match, I realized how delicious an English Tea must feel after a long rainy afternoon.

If you don't go to The Queen, bring The Queen to you. Thank you, subjects of Her Majesty, delegated to INSEAD for sharing with us this ever so lovely moments of refinement.