Day 10, in Which I Try All the Chocolate in Bruges

In consolation for the fact that I not only mised the entire World Series but will miss the Giants’ parade as well, I decided to go out, enjoy the day, and buy a few pieces of chocolate from every chocolate shop I saw.

Oops.

After a mere three hours, I had to return to my room, having spent all but forty cents of my money for the day.

On. Belgian. Chocolate.

I now must go buy a tin to put them all in, because what a girl recovering from a cold (did I tell you I got a cold? Somewhere along the one hour train between Paris and Brussels I came down with a cold) does not need to do is eat a kilo of chocolate in one sitting.

One. Kilo.

But a little at a time is just the ticket! I’ll report back with my recommendations over the next week.

(And wouldn’t you know it? I found two more in the afternoon. Thank goodness they were closed.)

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The most drool-inducing window display you have ever seen.

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Standard window-case, from wall to wall.

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The display shelves were held up by the chocolates themselves.

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Okay, these aren't chocolates, they're cookies, but JUST LOOK AT THEM.

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Fruit candies were also prevalent.

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Pick a truffle, any truffle!

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Why yes, those are giant bars of chocolate on the shelves.

Aaaaaaand. . .

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My haul.

That’s right. In under three and a half hours (and a little over €30), I visited fourteen shops.

And I only walked this far:

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That is not very far!

So. . . . Yeah. . . . Enjoy Bruges 🙂

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