You Don’t Know What You’ve Got Til It’s Gone

Before I started hanging out in Andalusia, I used to spend about a month each year in Neuchatel, a beautiful 18th Century town in the French speaking part of Switzerland. One of my great pleasures was a weekly visit to the small shop of the great chocolatier Walder. Just the smell of chocolate of all sorts, including table sized squares of dark chocolate jeweled with almonds, would put me in a kind of ecstasy. Recently, some old friends of Jacqueline and mine from Neuchatel visited, bringing chocolate from Walder, housed in its’ iconic gold box, but also bringing us the sad news that Walder was going out of business. So this might be my last taste of yet another part of my past.