Chocolaterie

The sheer nerve of the woman—opening a chocolaterie just in time for Lent.

It is telling, though, that there remains a fine line between the chocolaterie and the church. Vianne never enters the church, and the priest never tastes the chocolates in the chocolaterie.

I worshipped her body with mine and tasted every single part of her with the wild satisfaction of a gourmand in a chocolaterie.

“[…] A great sketching spot on this usually very crowded street offers itself in a chocolaterie on the top floor of the KaDeWe shop center.” — Olga Prudnikova

A take-it-as-it-falls day, Valentine’s Day doesn’t move to the nearest Monday or Friday to create a long weekend. Whatever day of the week February the fourteenth hits is it. And it’s a get-up-and-go-to-work day, especially if your place of employment happens to be in the restaurant industry, or at a florist shop, or behind the counter in a chocolaterie. Love sells, so people have to work.

That’s why, when I received a message that my one-time chocolate-making mentor, Philippe Vetault, was retiring from his Brittany-based chocolaterie, I jumped at the chance to attend his au revoir party.

From working at the chocolaterie in San Francisco she’d learned a lot about how to run a business, and she certainly knew her craft.

I could still honour Grandpa’s memory by establishing my own chocolaterie in Whitsborough Bay.