An overflow of lusciously green exotic plants stands tall in the little yard, framing an azure pool and providing a relieving shade from the heat. “We put the natural forest in the middle of the city,” says the owner of Shewe Wana. Shewe means “life,” wana means “forest,” and when you are enjoying your lunch or breakfast in the little wooden restaurant situated right where the backyard jungle begins, you get more of a forest feeling than you do most other places in the city. The tables are elegantly made out of old sewing machines, that are all still somewhat intact. The food is presented stylishly, with water served in heavy ceramic cups that lean like the Tower of Pisa. The different kinds of jam on sale are all homemade with no sugar added. They also sell bread and cookies and loads of other treats, all with the telling taste of the homemade hand.