Each instance I collected a mind-blowing memory. Celebrities lounged in the Ritz lobby and strolled the hallways. Holding in shrieks and screams, I warred with myself to not ask for autographs. Besides, Chase always remained next to me in a composed and cheery mood. If he didn’t seem star-struck, I wouldn’t either. Throughout the day, we rode bikes all over the city and visited shops, sampling food to my heart’s content. Chase had to drag me out of a cheese shop where I’d attempted to taste every item in the place. Next was a store dedicated to varieties of honey products, from lavender honey nougats to a spicy honey mustard that scorched my tongue. In pastry shops, I gorged on macaroons sandwiched with a sweet ganache or butter creams that came in many flavors—rose petal, vanilla, salted caramel, and pistachio. But my true undoing was when we arrived at Dubernet Foie Gras and I spotted several types of foie gras stacked from floor to ceiling, pates in combinations I’d never imagined, and sausages that beckoned me to come and try them.
