A Dream Come True

Yesterday, we discovered a candyshop. It had a very cute facade, but we forgot to take photos ( sorry). Naturally, we went in. The story is, we were going to Notre Dame and the Louvre, but we could return later. The man smiled, talked with Mummy (none of the rest of us spoke French), and talked about his shop and was very sweet. This shop was a fulfillment of his childhood dream (to turn his classroom into a candyshop. He made his candyshop like a classroom). Eventually we had to leave, and we promised to come back. We parted with smiles and more talking. Then he walked to the back, and brought back five lollipops. Then he realized that he hadn't brought one for Mummy, so he trotted back and got one for her. We parted with the time the shop closed and six lollipops (the place closed at seven). After going around, we realized it was five-thirty! We were all STARVING! So we went into a pastry place and ate. At about six we walked out of the cafe and down the street to a chocolate shop ( Vovo recomended it to us). By the time we were through, it was six-fifteen!!! We ran to the metro (getting slightly lost), got tickets and got on a train. We got off at our stop and hurried off when we got to the street it was on, we ran off. In the wrong direction. When we realized which way we had ACTUALLY gone, we ran back, down the right direction, and... Actually arrived at the place. There were a few more customers, so we were fine. It was six forty-five. We examined the candies for fifteen minutes. Then Georges closed up the door cover halfway. We waited for our turn, and just as we were finishing our order, an ADORABLE little boy came up and started playing hopscotch on the sidewalk outside of the candyman's door. Georges looked at the parents, and re-opened his shop. I forgot to mention earlier that he had been giving out samples the whole time we were in his shop. We finally paid for our candy, and left with some photos.

Ciao,

Fiorella