Parisians don’t celebrate Halloween.
There’s no trick-or-treating, no garish displays at le pharmacie, no need for mothers to warn their kids about razor blades in les pommes, no teenagers tp-ing the trees by the Seine. And there’s no candy corn.
But we do have pumpkins. Lots of them.
And that’s how I’m celebrating Halloween this year.
I love roasting and eating pumpkin, and I don’t miss stepping over all the smashed ones in the street the following morning.
But candy corn?
I love candy corn (preferably stale) and I really do miss it.
Now that’s kinda scary…