Book Review: Paris, My Sweet: A Year in the City of Light (and Dark Chocolate)
Paris, My Sweet: A Year in the City of Light (and Dark Chocolate) by Amy Thomas I have a confession to make. The last time … Read more
Travel For Adventurous Women
Paris, My Sweet: A Year in the City of Light (and Dark Chocolate) by Amy Thomas I have a confession to make. The last time … Read more
A traditional post-party breakfast of Spanish hot chocolate (churros con chocolate) is a chocolatey treat Travel Belles can enjoy any time of day
Hot chocolate in Italy is my favourite warm, Italian treat. It’s perfect for those cool winter days. In Italy, the time has come to relinquish … Read more
Jessica, our favorite chocolate-loving Travel Belle, went in search of chocolate in San Francisco. She reports in with the tasty results The San Francisco Bay … Read more
My obsession with chocolate travel is well documented on Travel Belles. Everywhere I travel I search out local chocolate shops and cafes. New York City is … Read more
A beautiful little village in Dordogne that sells chocolate shoes? Sarlat is my idea of heaven on earth. In France, pleasure is taken very seriously, … Read more
Giddier than a teenager going to a Justin Bieber concert, with chocolate guidebooks in hand, I set out to visit the hundreds of chocolate shops in the city. Although I didn’t get anywhere close to all of them, I’m sure I made a serious dent in Turin’s chocolate supply. Death by chocolate was a strong possibility. Via visits to six chocolatiers, I give you a glimpse of my chocolate binge in Turin.
Washington is a diverse city. There are three distinct versions of this metropolis – the city of politics, the city of tourists, and the city of residents. Today I want to share three equally diverse chocolate experiences I have discovered here in the U.S. capitol.
Like many girls, I am in a long-term love affair with chocolate, and have a weakness for fairytale castles. Imagine my delight when I happened across a small town which combined the two. Not so surprising, you might be thinking, if I were in Belgium, or Switzerland perhaps. In fact, I was in northwest Spain, in a town called Astorga.