Wednesday, October 13, 2010

L’Isle sur Sorgue

When I got off I began to walk around. I decided it was a little past one and I should eat before the restaurants closed. I found one place that was known for seafood and next to a canal of water and fountain. I ordered mussels with white wine, onions and leeks and fries. I enjoyed a very leisurely lunch and only got up since everyone else was gone and they looked like they were closing until dinner.

As I walked away I found an ice cream place that I would return to when I needed a snack. I headed through the streets and looked at some of their stores. They are basically the same stores that I have seen everywhere else. I found another canal and went to sit by it but it was not a good spot. I found a better spot in the sun and with a bench. I enjoyed my time for a while. Okay, maybe I should be exploring the town, but it was small and there is not a lot to see and I have no camera and it was one of those days when you just want to do nothing; especially after chasing the bus and trying to figure out what “train” to take, when to get off, and deal with the man next to me. I was happy to just sit.

After a while I headed back into the streets and checked out all of the shops. These shops seemed to have all of the same items that I have seen in a hundred other stores. One of the shops that I came across was a chocolatier. It oozed warm chocolate as I walked by and I could not escape. I entered and had a goofy grin on my face as I said bonjour to the store clerk and the artisan. I carefully read each label trying to figure out if I really wanted to purchase anything. The lady at the counter told me there were samples, but I turned them down; the intoxicated smells were enough. I got to the rows of fresh chocolate: dark chocolate with lavender, chocolate with marzipan, nougat covered in white chocolate flavored with orange or citric. I could resist no longer and asked for a bag. I carefully pointed out the four chocolates that I would like. I was asked if the bag should be sealed, with that ridiculous smile returning, I said no. I headed for the door and a chocolate.

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