Easter= A Year in Limoges

On my return from the university, I switch buses at Place d'Aine. The bus stop is conveniently located smack dab in front of a specialty chocolate store. So I usually have about 10 minutes to drool in front of the window display. Easter means the vitrine is stacked with chocolate chickens, real egg shells filled with chocolate, and whole armies of marzipan animals. Especially tempting are the larger sized eggs wrapped in colorful ribbon. When you untie the bow, the two perfect halves fall apart to reveal a treasure of smaller eggs and chocolate fish inside. Too beautiful (and pricey) to eat.

I snap out of my chocolate-coated reverie to realize: It's been a year since we moved to Limoges!