I’m melting

It’s hot outside.  Hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk.  Hotter than your mom on the fourth of July.  This kind of heat reminds me of an experience that we had in Paris with chocolate.  It was a French holiday so some stores were closed, and when we passed by this shop, we saw something very sad indeed.  Melting chocolate.

There was a huge mess in the window with the displays falling over and dripping down the glass.  A small crowd gathered around to take photos and groan at the loss.  All of that beautiful French chocolate, absolutely ruined yet still delicious-looking.

I’m pretty sure I would have still had a taste….or two.

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