Addicted
I've become addicted to hot chocolate, especially on cool mornings in the autumn or spring when we can sit at a sidewalk café (four to choose from) in the sud de France village of Argèles-sur-mer. It usually comes out steaming, so while it cools enough to sip we can people-watch. The best location for that is Mille et Une at the corner of Republique and Liberation. Locals, tourists, schoolchildren, retirees, dogs all amble by - and amble is the style for this laid-back corner of Europe; almost no one is in a hurry. They're headed for the green grocer, a bakery, a butcher, the paella popup stand, or perhaps the pharmacy. And, like us, they've pretty much got all day. Sherlock's favorite spot is the café behind L'Hostalet hotel on the Place de la Republique public square fronting the music school (former town hall). Either sitting on my lap or stretched on the ground, he diligently stares at the cat door in the side of the building, hoping for a feline to emerge. Ther...