So my friend Jeff travels a lot. As in all the time. He is always posting pictures of himself on Facebook at cafes around the world. Were it not for the fact that he is posting pictures of himself on Facebook all over the world, I would suspect he’s an American version of James Bond. I can’t picture James Bond posting selfies.
Frankly, I have no idea what the man does for a living, other than drink dark espresso in postcard perfect venues. Can you make a living doing that? How did I miss that boat?
Recently he posted that he was on his way to Paris. Then he posted several pictures in Paris. Then he posted that due to weather in the U.S., he was stuck in Paris.
I sent him a snarky comment that I’d better see some French Chocolate when he comes home as recompense for teasing us all thusly. Or maybe I begged. I can’t remember.
I was kidding.
But then he sent me this:
That is a gift bag he’d left at our firehouse. In it I would find this:
In an Eiffel Tower tin, no less.
Lovingly wrapped in gold-foiled hearts.
Stuffed with chocolate-hazelnut ganache.
At this point, I don’t give a rat’s butt what Jeff does for a living. I’m just glad he does it.
And I’m glad he shares!
Thank you so much, Jeff! C’est Manifique!