The main event of the morning, however, was to go with Léa to a chocolate festival I'd read about on one of my Rome blogs. To get to the festival we had to take the tram near my apartment. We were both starving and I tempted her with pictures of the pumpkin pie I'd made yesterday. So as we passed the building I ran upstairs, grabbed some plates, forks, and napkins, and assembled a little take-away platter (complete with whipped cream on top). We paraded down the street with our pie to a little park across the river, where we enjoyed the first of the Thanksgiving leftovers. I talked about how today was a big shopping day in the United States, and she already knew about it! Apparently Black Friday has been featured in several films and TV shows she's seen...who new? I'm kid of sad that it's such a famous phenomenon. Thus sustained, we made our way to Piazza Mazzini where we were greeted by a circle of tents full of chocolate and people wanting to give us samples of typical Sicilian desserts. There was every shape and size of chocolate imaginable -- look at the chocolate shoes below!
After we circled the festival once or twice, sampling all the while, we went around again to make our purchases. I bought bought some candied ginger and orange peel dipped in dark chocolate, along with some dark chocolate espresso beans. Léa bought lots of kinds of truffles. We immediately sat down to enjoy our treats next to the fountain in the middle of the piazza, all the while being serenaded by a school band (which, it must be noted, included several classical guitars).
I also tried marron glacés for the first time, thanks to Léa! If you're like me and don't know much about this French-Italian dessert, it's basically a candied chestnut. It tasted pretty nice, but a little bit mealy. I've tried it in gelato before and think it goes very well.
I told Léa that the only problem with having a such a nice morning is that the day couldn't possibly get any better. She pointed said that maybe we'd meet the man of our dreams later, or find a €50 bill on the street. You never can tell.