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Everyone says that you can’t visit Paris without having Angelina’s famous hot chocolate. But I have, six times. So today was the day…cold, rainy, and blustery as we walked down the rue de Rivoli. Plus, for once, there wasn’t a line snaking out the door!
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The hot chocolate, served with a HUGE cup of whipped crème, is so thick—I swear the spoon could stand up in the middle of the cup. Even I—a confirmed chocoholic—almost couldn’t finish my drink. But as Suz said, “We’re drinking every last drop.” What a lovely and relaxing end to our stroll down the rue.
(The picture of the front door was taken by Suz.)