They don’t do Halloween in France.
While I fondly recall spending cool autumn nights as Yoda, pioneer Jim Bowie, and an artichoke (left over from a school play), my poor French fiancée and all other French people have no such memories of paper grocery bags stuffed with snack-size Mr. Goodbars, candy corn, or razor blade-apples.
It’s just not popular here.
Of course, the acceptable age at which I could trick-or-treat passed me by about twenty years ago, and since I stopped trick-or-treating… about fifteen years ago… I really shouldn’t be too concerned about the fact that here I am not afforded even the most hypothetical of such opportunities.
Still, the thought of asking people for free candy and knowing they’re going to give it to me (never in all my years did I actually have to play a trick on anyone) remains appealing to me.
That is why I thought it was a sign when the posters started appearing around town a couple months ago, proclaiming the arrival of the famed Salon du Chocolat, a convention of chocolate confectioners from all over the world, to take place over the weekend before Halloween. (more…)