daily bliss: chocolate art

Saturday morning in Paris—our last day—Grandma, K, and I stroll through the streets in the Sixth Arrondissment, searching for culinary treats to transport back home. About an hour after our breakfast at Bread and Roses, we pass Christian Constant, where fruited tarts beckon from the store windows.

We enter. We order. We enjoy.

And then, we look. The shop is filled with gorgeous tarts, and stacks of artisan, single-bean chocolate bars.

But mostly, we see the purses. And shoes. Crafted of chocolate. Created with love. Too beautiful to eat, too gorgeous to disturb. Edible aesthetics.