Since there’s very little point telling you about chocolate that won’t get to you in time for Christmas, I’m going to tell you the story of a chocolatier I found in Copenhagen. I was on the way to the Danish Design Museum, the first half of which seemed more about philosophical questions rather than design (‘Should you be able to order your own death?’). There, half peaking out on to the pavement was a little chocolate shop. It was the sort you had to commit to, walking down the stairs, into… the unknown.
