I'm back. I've been back for nearly a week, and I haven't quite known what to write. Where do I start? How many times can I reiterate that I love Paris? It gets boring after a while. And there was so much frivolity in just a little over a week. But, considering this blog's name, I'll start with the chocolates.
My wonderful hostess in Belgium, Roz, has made it a point to discover the best chocolate in Brussels. For one day, she took my cousin (Heather) and I on a tour of the chocolate shops, including Neuhaus:
I'm still savoring the amazing chocolates from Pierre Marcolini's. Here's what's left after a three-day Memorial Day weekend:
This little duck is filled with caramel. The little mound has a crunchy toffee layer surrounding a chocolate ganache.
There's a store in New York, which gives me hope that someday, somehow, I'll taste these again. And maybe buy another box, which I will share with others, and lessen the guilt of eating these, one by one, all by myself.