I get sucked inside the florists here almost as forcefully as I do to the windows of the patisseries. When I was in Bellville last weekend, I found myself in Coté Fleurs, an “atelier floral.”
While I was waiting to pay for my little plant, the wrapping of other peoples’ bouquets transfixed me. It was a lesson in how to do things right. After all, if you’re going to swaddle a purchase in tissue, do it up. Go crazy!
Even my little succulent got the royal treatment. With the sprigs of fresh greens and especially the red poppy, I had a whole other bouquet—albeit it a wee one—for my mantel at home.
There’s a little plate at the counter if you want to leave a tip, but these spectacular services are free.