OR
food porn.
I'll give you a second to decide.
Ok, food porn it is!
I think you made the right choice.
Last weekend, Tour Guide Barbie popped up from Tours for the day to accompany us to Paris' annual Salon du Chocolat. As a friend remarked, "Only in Paris would they be able to fill an entire expo center with chocolate and sweets vendors." And fill they did. Here are the highlights:
Two words: free samples. AH, TGB and I easily ate enough chocolate to cover our 12 euro ticket, and also to count for several day's caloric intake. And yes, that is just a giant block of dark chocolate that that man is chipping shavings off of and distributing.
The creativity that was evident in the different chocolate creations. Dude, I can't eat chocolate Easter Bunnies because they're too darn cute; how am I supposed to eat Krush here? Speaking of creativity...
There was a CHOCOLATE FASHION SHOW (at which we were clearly not in the front row, but hey, you get the idea). Seeing those costumes up close afterwards (after my phone/camera battery had died, alas), I can attest that the swan does appear to be made mostly from chocolate. I wasn't sure if I wanted to eat it, wear it, or cast it in my Bird Soap Opera.
Huzzah! "Vegetables" that I will eat. Side note, it never ceases to amaze me that I was a successful vegetarian for several years before moving to France, seeing as how my diet now is mostly meat, bread, cheese and chocolate.
It's true; France is just one giant 13-year-old boy.
And finally, just in case we forgot where we are...
Lavender: check. Striped shirt: check. Berets (plural!): check. Man in loopy scarf: check. Chocolate: check. PDA and haughty expressions: check. French flag (top left, most of it got cut off): check. You know, just in case you thought that you'd fallen into a chocolate covered worm-hole and ended up in South Dakota.
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