ohmygawd!
Dragging surf gear through subways and airports is lame. But France...France is not lame.
I don't even know what to say. I've had this huge grin smeared across my face since I arrived. I went for déjeuner this morning and the restauranteur greets me and seats me and feeds me une baguette avec beurre (I've had more bread in two days than I'd otherwise eat in a week) and...and the richest hot chocolate, for breakfast! In the grocery store there are three rows: one for bread, one for cheese and one for chocolate. There is also a chocolate museum in town (no joke). Everything in this city either is chocolate, or is just like it. Every building and glance down each side street, each individual and each conversation is rich milk chocolate. My only challenge is to pace myself.
- posted by Bill @ 11:20