Just got back from Beirut. Lebanon is beautiful. In the same day, you can have a sun drenched beach morning and then spend the afternoon skiing.
And they have the greatest chocolate store: Patchi. The chocolates are kept in a glass vault, like a bank. I bought some small mints and a little square of hazelnut chocolate for $24. I don't think they were accustomed to such low spending. When I placed my would-be purchases on the counter, the clerk asked, "Where is your purchase?"
"Um, this is it."
He looked around, as though missing something. "No, I mean what you are going to buy."
"Oh, I'm just getting these."
Then he looked at me blankly for a long time before requesting my credit card.
And they have the greatest chocolate store: Patchi. The chocolates are kept in a glass vault, like a bank. I bought some small mints and a little square of hazelnut chocolate for $24. I don't think they were accustomed to such low spending. When I placed my would-be purchases on the counter, the clerk asked, "Where is your purchase?"
"Um, this is it."
He looked around, as though missing something. "No, I mean what you are going to buy."
"Oh, I'm just getting these."
Then he looked at me blankly for a long time before requesting my credit card.
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