
A photo from the celebration on the Champs Elysees!
The shop is small and was fairly busy so I slowly made my way around looking at the shoes. There are some crazy, simply crazy, shoes that this man designs. The highest heel you've ever seen with sparkles or giant bows or suede tassels. I didn't want any of that. I wanted a basic black pump or maybe a black peep-toe pump. I thought about trying on the platform heels, but they cost a lot more money than I was willing to spend. The most I had ever spent on shoes up until this point in my life was around $200 for a pair of boots. Listen, as much as I loved (loved!) the platform heels, the basic pumps were already going way above my comfort-level! No pun intended.
time to time to let me know, I was the next person she would help. Thank goodness, a sales person in Paris that understands her customers! I tried on the Simple Pump 85 and a peep-toe style (I can't remember the name). The peep-toe was pretty, but I realized I liked the heel better on the Simple Pump. It was not with the highest heel available in that style, but not the lowest either. I purchased them, taking advantage of the VAT discount, and was finally on my way back to my hotel carrying my pretty shoes with the red soles!
We all began the morning at Le Bonaparte cafe, just down the block from Les Deux Magots, where I had been earlier in the week. Hey, I was getting to know my way around the city! We all chatted over coffee and hot chocolate and I learned more about this eclectic group.
The 50(ish) man was a fashion designer from Los Angeles, but was originally from South Africa. The ladies from Japan turned out to be friends from grad-school in Montreal, Canada, and live in Tokyo. They each spoke at least 3 languages. Sigh, I felt so un-cultured! While I was a little concerned about the relationship the one lady may have had with this man, well hey... first, it wasn't any of my business, and two, she was an adult. To-each-their-own, right? Still, it seemed kinda weird. Anyway...
to Nutella crepes, mulled wine, saucussion with mushrooms (slices of cured, dry sausage, similar to salami) and finally French chocolate and macaroons. We even met a Master Chocolatier! Camille seemed in awe that Jean-Charles Rochoux was helping his customers directly. She said, typically, he would be in another part of his shop working on his chocolate art. I never though I would be star-struck by someone who makes chocolate. I pulled this photo off the web since I didn't want to be the strange person who pulled out my camera in his tiny (but impressive) shop.
They come in many flavors, everyday favorites and seasonal (don't try the Foie Gras macaroons, who thought that was a good idea?) delights. They are lightly crisp around the outside with delicious, rich fillings.
My favorite was Caramel with Salted Butter from Laduree, with Chocolate and Lemon falling close behind. I'm proud to say that on my last day in Paris, I bought a collection of macarons that just made it in home in decent shape to share with my parents and my friends at work.



The Hall of Mirrors.
A view of the palace from the gardens.
The palace gardens in Winter. 


































