Paris—BHV (Bazar de l'Hotel de Ville)

Trapped in an elevator. Chess and I are on the 5th floor of the BHV and decide to go downstairs in the elevator. The doors open, we get in, it stinks. There's a sweaty overweight guy who is standing near the door and who, thank god, gets off at the top floor. Then a massive amount of people get in and the two of us find ourselves sort of squished against the back of the elevator. And then the unimaginable happens: someone breaks wind! It might've stank earlier but this time it smelled like someone sold their ass to the devil. Halfway between the fifth and the fourth floor I said to Chess, out loud, "we are getting off at the next floor!" As I tried to wade through the crowd I said "ce n'est pas gentil!"(that's not nice). The old lady I passed by said "il faut savoir supporter" (one has to bear it). mmmmhhm... HELL NO, I ain't inhaling no fart! I ain't sharing no old lady's "good manners"!

Paris—chocolate: fabrique CHAPON

After a visit to the musée Rodin, we walked by a chocolatier that evidently caught my attention.
I tried the dark ROCHER (i always go for the dark praliné) and o H m Y g O d!
I want a Chapon rocher for every hour of the day. I understand why Paris' town hall gave Chapon the "grand prix du chocolat".
Little did i know that Mr. Chapon worked with the Crazy Horse girls and dressed them up in chocolate outfits. It reminds me of the time when Elizabeth Falkner from Citizen Cake covered my torso with warm chocolate sauce and gold leaf. mmmmhh.