|Cozy, fleece-lined slippers.
|Just a couple of blocks from our home.
Well, there is a chestnut vendor precisely one block away across a street. He and his wife scoop handfuls of chestnuts into a shiny pot over a fire. The smell is heaven. It’s a combination of maple and cinnamon and camp fire. You say how much you want to pay (two euros, three euros) and they wrap a piece of paper into a cone, fill it with hot chestnuts, and hand over that package of coziness to one very delighted family.