Next to the Chocolate Shop

Sixty dollars for a pound of anything seems absurd, but for certain occasions, a bit of extravagant spending on Belgian chocolate seems fitting.  So does gawking at the handsome fellow manning the counter at the Neuhaus flagship store.  He's, how shall I put it?  Easy on the eyes: beautiful smile; the kindest of demeanors; quite tall, but compared to me, who isn't?  He's probably in his mid-twenties, maybe twenty-five, which is absolutely horrifying because my youngest brother turns twenty-four next month.  Let's move on.

52nd-ish & Madison.  NYC. December.  2012.
Next door to the fancy European chocolatier with the chocolate hunk is an antiques dealership with funny little porcelain statuettes in their windows.  I'm not sure if they're still there, but these creepy figurines were hanging out there in December.  I thought they were cute for about half a nanosecond before they suddenly made me want to hide under the covers.