Monday, January 16, 2006


In London's Marylebone Road, there's one of the best chocolate shops in the world. Rococo. It's a tiny little jewel of a shop - almost like a boutique of the senses, and there are chocolates shaped like tiny vegetables, eggs, nipples, lips ... anything you can imagine. It's breath-takingly expensive, but even the packaging is beautiful, picturing blue and white fish, and boxes that you want to keep for special things. Trouble is I've just found out they have a website, and I've just been seduced, no other word for it, into ordering myself a box of their famous venus nipples. I'm going to use them as inspiration, I tell myself, for writing this erotic story I'm determined to finish this year. Wonder if I can write them off against tax! But all is not lost ... I'm going to confess on this great feature on the site, which asks for your chocolate confessions and awards a box of their best chocolates to the best one!
Watch this space...

2 comments:

Debra said...

It's not all cheese and clogs here. We also have some gorgeous chocolate shops in Amsterdam. Your post has inspired me to write about one of them.

Sarah said...

Chocolate is very under-rated. I think it's because the whole women and chocolate thing has become such a cliche, so we've got a bit embarrassed about celebrating what can be proper craftmanship.