In Paris I was in the queue. In the developed, rich, capitalist country, I had to stand in line. Can you imagine that? Most likely - no. But I can assure you that all was not for the sausage, or some clothes. It was now a museum. This is the d'Orsay Museum - a huge structure that is similar to the station. Actually, this museum is a former railway station, which is surrounded by the most famous Hotels in France.

I must say - standing in the queue was not boring and monotonous. This manifested itself even has its own poetry. I was approached by a man - I think he was a Hindu - and suggested that such pro that I never dreamed of, but are also designed for a long time. Remember row of songs about Kiev: " newly blooming chestnuts ..."? No chestnuts Kiev impossible, as St Vladimir without a cross. But it turns out, and Paris is just as impossible to imagine without these trees. When I used to read about it, I was surprised that the chestnuts in the French capital are edible. And I always wanted to try them. Truth be told, arrived in Paris, I forgot about his desire, but I was suddenly reminded of him. The very same Indian came to the line and suggested that edible roasted chestnuts. More cushy. For three euros in collapsed from a paper bag, where intermeddle their eight pieces.

paid, I got this bag in hand and wished that to be completely happy I do not have a glass of white wine. Somewhere I read that Paris chestnuts eaten with white wine. But what can you do? - We have what we have. And I'm in awe cleared the first of chestnut skins. That the taste was something really unusual, I would not say. What kind of taste sunflower seeds. Only Semochko in chestnut much more.

But the fact that I tried the edible chestnuts in the heart of Paris, almost on the banks of the Seine - is worth it. This has its romance, which creates an appropriate mood. I ate the last chestnut in front of the entrance to the famous Musée d'Orsay. And he went into it, wanting to assess the well-known masterpieces of world art.