Bunnies in the house/Part 2

 

I don’t know but only 1/2 the post went out. Go figure. I went into the toy shop of course looking for an automated rouge gorge/robin. This is proving challenging, even in a town with many, many toy shops, but I am not giving up. My parents used to frequently say,”Carol, when are you going to grow up?” Not any time soon 😃 

Just because I’ve told you all these glorious and rather pricy chocolate Easter rabbits,  chickens and eggs are filled with tiny chocolate fish/friture doesn’t mean you believe me. I didn’t believe it either when I first came here. It implies an element of not so friendly destruction is essential. 

But here it is. New rabbit is no more. A view of the inside is necessary. The two halves of the chocolate molds/moulage are held together with big jazzy ribbon bows. Simply untie et voila. More chocolate to eat as if it wasn’t enough already. In France, if someone calls you a ‘gourmande’ it means ‘greedy’ but in a good way. It means you like good things. 

There are many ways to practice this skill here. Right now I’m greedy to paint the new irises in town. There is always something to be ‘greedy’ about in Paris.

                  🐥 Joyeuse Paques dear PBers 🐰