Not since Priscilla Queen of the Desert have I seen a shoe that so completely captivated me. It wasn't red and sparkly but it was pure, satiny, lovely dark chocolate. Now here is a man after my own heart. The inimitable Jean-Paul Hevin has done it again. First with his chocolate covered cheese appetizers and now a PUMP! I'll take these over a pair of ruby slippers any day!
Last Monday my friend Marinella and I met in the southwest corner of Paris at the Paris Expo at Porte de Versailles to take on the chocolate world. I arrived a few minutes early, got in line for tickets, and was soon in an arguement with the couple behind me. Do you remember my rant about personal space? Or lack thereof in this country? Once again, I had a certain unwelcome custom thrust upon me as the couple behind me and their two darling (read: dreadful) children were literally pressed up against me in line.
Now there was certainly no need for this. There were two people in line in front of us, each one took about 30 seconds to buy a ticket, the Salon was open for another SIX hours and the following THREE days and there was plenty of chocolate to go around, enough actually to feed all of France and a few former colonies throw in for good measure. THREE times I turned around and said "s'il vous plait" or in other words, please do you mind? They would quickly apologize and mometarily step back but within a minute they were right back pressed up against me so obviously they did mind. Finally I whipped around and barked "GET OFF ME! WHY ARE YOU STANDING SO CLOSE? PLEASE MOVE BACK!" Not only did they not move, the husband told me that if I didn't want to be around people I shouldn't be at a Salon to which I replied I DON'T MIND BEING AROUND PEOPLE, I MIND PEOPLE PUSHING UP AGAINST ME IN LINE FOR NO REASON.
I won't bore you with further ranting but suffice to say it ended with a few profanities, a few glares flung with the toss of a head in both directions, and me stomping off cursing the entire French race not so subtlely under my breath. Luckily my friend Marinella arrived just then and whisked me away to my happy place filled with chocolate, chocolate, chocolate and more chocolate :) Click here to submerge yourself in a chocolate conundrum....
Oh yeah! I complitely agree with you. I'm french and I live near Paris. I'm so lucky, because I can eat Hévin's chocolates when I want... And Mister Hévin is my favorite chocolate master!
Posted by: Tit' | Tuesday, 07 November 2006 at 11:49 AM
But?! Mais ?! Quoi qu'est-ce are you française, italiano, or english ? I'm complètement perdu ! ;)
Posted by: Tit' | Tuesday, 07 November 2006 at 11:50 AM