Chestnuts roasting on an open fire…

When I saw I man with his cart selling marrons chauds, I was filled with a memory of my Dad sharing a bag of roast chestnuts with the family as we walked down a street in Paris, when we went travelling together in 2005. I could remember the moment, but had forgotten the taste, so I bought myself a small bag to try. I liked them, although they were less nutty and less sweet than I anticipated. Nevertheless, they still made a lovely hot treat on a cold winter’s day.


Chestnuts from a street vendor on the Rue Nationale.


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