On a sunny afternoon, I paused to look at the row of Victorian-era teacups in the window of an antiques shop. The delicate patterns of hand painted blossoms became confused with the image of the townhouses and lacy branches reflected in the window. It struck me that a long-ago resident could have offered tea in those teacups to a guest at the time when the teacups were brand new. Now they sit across the street from each other, separated, but also connected by a pane of glass.