Trick or Treat
I personally was looking forward to some nice treats, some mini Snickers bars, Twix or maybe some Kit Kats. I knew better than to hope for the Halloween staples (non-existent in France): Reese's Cups or Baby Ruth.
Pretty much every house I have seen in Mougins is behind a tall hedge and a gate, so lucky for us Joachim lives in an apartment complex with plenty of doors ripe for the picking. Orange buckets at the ready, we headed out the door and started the rounds. Just for good luck, Jo's Mom put a few starter candies in each bucket.
Door one-success! A handful of something called Krema. Non-colored chewy candies softer than a Starburst but just as tasty. Good start.
Door two-no one home.
Door three-Handful of green candies. Turns out they are actually menthol cough drops. Are you kidding me?
Door five-Fake brand Krema
WHERE IS THE CHOCOLATE, PEOPLE???? A box of Smarties at least?
Door eight-mini Kit Kat HOORAY! But I realize as soon as that red wrapper hit the pile of Kremas there was no way I was going to get my hands on it. Dang!
By the time we got to door 27 or so I was feeling a little desperate. What is Halloween without piles of miniature candy bars to separate into little piles after the looting is over? A pile of Mounds here, a pile of Mars bars there. You know how it goes . . . then you hide it all in your room and see if you can make it last until Christmas.
So when I passed this sign in the hallway, "Sorry, We Don't Have Any More Candy", I couldn't have been happier!