So, the Salon du Chocolat was in Paris this past weekend. It's basically a huge festival where different local and not local vendors come with their gorgeous and delicious chocolate creations. Some were inexplicably good. Some sucked. I had some really creative-looking Japanese dark chocolate...but I think it had seaweed in it and I had to chase down some orange liquered dark chocolate to get the gross taste out of my mouth...I went back for the orange ones about 15 times. I definitely got my 12.50 euro worth out of it...however I conveniently forgot my camera, so here are some pictures courtesy of my friend Liyan.
Also I looked at my planner and I don't think that I can quite wrap my brain around how much work I have to do before I leave for Tangier and Fez (in 3 days). Today I gave in, bought a grande chai latte and sat in Starbucks next to the most affectionate couple in the world. It was seriously too much, I was about to get all French and angry on them however I managed to keep my anger in check by listening to early 2000s crappy Top 40s at super-loud volume so everyone around me could hear.
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| this isn't the salon du chocolat, this is at gare du nord...it's like india-central |
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| rainy and cold. HI DAD. |
Oh and I finally got my bank card from BNP. Only took 2 months. But is it activated yet? OF COURSE NOT that would be too easy. I have to go home, find (in the 2000 letters I received from BNP) my confidential code, which I then try and doesn't work. Go figure. If this doesn't work itself out in the next week I'm cancelling my French bank account and sticking with good ol' BofA.
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