Sacrecour and Chocolate and Fabric . . .

After digging like a Labrador through the bolts of fabric in this shopping district and walking up the steps to Sacre Coeur (then sitting for half an hour nursing a Coke to sugar back up, Kathryn and I picked up a couple of sandwiches and sauntered back down the hill to our hotel.  Near the beginning of that saunter, on a tourist-dense street, was a Chocolatier.  I capitalized that word because the shop does more than make chocolate candy.  And maybe I should have said "the" Chocolatier.

It's a sculpture gallery.

It's almost like walking through a chocolate gravel
quarry . . . there are bins and shelves lining the walls with more shapes and variations on the theme of "Death by Chocolate" than I ever imagined in my fevered dreams.  This is, after all, Paris.

The showpieces of the shop are carven chocolate sculpture.  Beginning with the gargoyle inside the front door (whose glass case reflects so many different light sources he's impossible to photograph without an after-hours reservation (I didn't ask for one), past Notre Dame and the three-masted sailing ship, and Nike of Samothrace to the Eiffel Tower at the back, your eye has to wrestle with your taste buds to force you back on course.

This shop -will- be on our next tour of the fabric district and of the basilica.


Sacre Coeur is a different page.

So is the fabric district.









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