To be honest I think I’ve only ever been to the one, although both Edinburgh, my home of nearly thirty years, and Carlisle, smell of biscuits.**
The chocolatey town? Oloron Ste Marie in the south of France, where we visited the Lindt factory. Actually that’s a bit misleading, I don’t think you can take factory tours. What you can do is visit the FACTORY SHOP.
A bit of a disclaimer, that bar of chocolate was not bought in Oloron. I mean really what were you expecting? That I’d saved a bar of chocolate for over six months? I think I do quite well giving it up for the six weeks of Lent.
And I wrote about what happened to my virtuous plans of avoidance yesterday.
The pretty bag on the other hand is genuine. You can buy Lindor boules in a huge variety of flavours. More than shown in that link. Arrayed as a massive Pick’n’Mix. And then there were the boxes of chocolates, bars of all sizes, bags of rejected misshapes, and end of line flavours that didn’t fly. I really was quite good, several boxes of chocolates and most of the pick and mix came home with us. And a fair quantity of that made its way to others as a gift. But I did enjoy a “lucky dip” into the misshapes as we travelled about.
There’s a lot more to Oloron than chocolate. It’s a pretty place to wander around with its two mountain rivers or “gaves” which merge to form the “Gave d’Oloron”.
And the church of Sainte Marie d’Oloron is a UNESCO World Heritage Site and well worth a visit when that’s possible.
It’s also one of the few places where traditional French berets are made. We found them in this beautiful traditional shop, Souviron Palas.
I decided against a beret but we found some good Christmas presents there.
The weather wasn’t so great on the day of our visit to Oloron-Ste-Marie, but we did enjoy some Autumn sunshine while we were in the area. And glimpses of the Pyrenees.
*It really did