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> Mozart Chocolaterie, This Will Never Be Enough , Salzburg, Austria
Mozart Chocolaterie, This Will Never Be Enough , Salzburg, Austria
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Rodney, amigo, I detest sweets, yet it demonstrates what I wouldn't do just in order to be in right place for me, LOL !
Amigo, I am sure that Mozart chocolaterie owner has some brands which act as viagra for ladies to boost strive for lust ! This is what they're looking for
Chocolate satisfies the feeling of lust.
Wonder what these 2 lovely ladies are doing there.
Very good and beautiful shot!! V!
You must have quite a sweet tooth then....Might I suggest some of our fine American Chocolate ??!!! : )
Michael, I am ready to spend next 40 years of my life in front of this window just to get to the right hemisphere whereas 40 cm of snow could be found only beyond Arctic circle, LOL !
wonderful capture V
THey probably spent all their lives standing here day after day. It's like an essence of chocolate love. Great capture my friend. It warming my heart buried under 40 cm of snow after the storm :-) Vote.
Amigo, I almost deemed you fallen in action on paradise island ?! I am glad that you're still kicking and "I won't stay on his way", LOL !
Nasty thoughts from nice boys.
Amigo, for those who really want to enjoy culinarian delights I might offer this
, the 9th wonder of the world, LOL ! This is where ultimate anti-human plot adn barbaric intents to extermiate all backgrounds of cuisine reside !
Hello Eldar Most Evil of Evil. Not enough? And not enough for whom? For the shop owner, not enough chocolate to satisfy the wild demand of the Austrian residents? Or, considering your evil nature, for the two elderly sisters, not enough chocolate in the world, to sweeten their sour disposition. But oh, they peer intensely and sentimentally into the window with all the beautifully exposed bright red and gold colored boxes, looking at all the succulent and exotic varieties, fantasizing and yearning for times in their distant past. I think I feel a small tear welling in the inner corner of my right eye. What a chump am I. Ciao, Michael.