
I forgot to mention the shopping we did in Paris. We had a lot of fun shopping along Boulevard Saint-Germain on the Left Bank, spending most of our time in bookstores. Brodacious was looking at design books, and I was interested in the Asterix and Obelix comic books, Tintin and Petit Nicholas (although those are easy to come by in London) and yes, Babar. Forget Proust or Hugo—I know there’s no chance I’ll be able to read any serious literature in French. But the Babar books I could read. It was great.
We also went on a quest for marron glacé, the sugared chestnuts that are a French delicacy. It was my brilliant idea that we needed to have a taste, even though it required a bit more diligence than I had anticipated to track them down. And what did I think of the marron glacés? They were surprisingly expensive (at 4 Euros for each little chestnut) and a bit disappointing. Kind of like Turkish Delight: it sounds exotic and you think it’s going to be a delicious treat, but really it’s just got a strange texture and isn’t nearly as good as chocolate. But at least now we know.



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