my only american godiva experience is when my taller half bought a small box at the store in the mall and replaced one of the truffles with an exquisite pair of diamond solitaires.

The chocolates sucked in both of our opinions, but the earrings are always in my lobes.

We just rearranged our whole freaking trip to France in September (losing a great number of hard to procure hotel reservations) so that Taller half's chocolate purchases can be done at the end of the trip.

Such is the life of the chocoholic, we spent 40 euros last year mailing back books and clothes to make room for chocolate.

lala