Counting in Italian

When I travel alone, I can’t fully settle down in peaceful content until I’ve bought chocolates. It’s not that I desire so terribly to eat chocolates (they’re high on my long list of loves, but still come in below oysters, figs, and things flavored with aniseed); I just can’t deny myself the pleasure of buying them. A chocolate shop has all the allure of a giant jewel box, and the greatest joy for me is the fabulous luxury of choosing bonbons one by one like gems for an elaborate setting.