The Terrible, Horrible, Very Sad Chocolate Story, Part I
So my goal this time was to explore the chocolatiers in Nice.
Sadly, no one I know seemed to know the good chocolatiers in Nice.
This though I know people who live RIGHT THERE.
Sometimes I feel the need to grab people by the shoulders, shake them, and cry, “You only have one life to live! How could you not know the best chocolatiers in your own city?”
This happens to me a lot in Paris, too. ???? Do YOU understand it?
Still, all on my own, I found this one:
From father to son since 1820!
Do you think these are the original counters?
A book full of chocolate. Maybe I should quit writing and just go straight to chocolate between my covers?
The chocolate was lovely, it was luscious, it cost a FORTUNE.
We got some anyway.
And I SAVED it. I did NOT eat it. I SAVED it.
And that’s…that’s all I can tell right now. I have to go take some deep breaths and maybe find a therapist.
To be continued…