A continuation of our visit to the Biltmore and a chocolate factory in Asheville.
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The tea menu at a high tea, where you can smell the teas |
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After much deliberation, I picked Masala Chai, my mom picked an apple tea, (which was later discovered to have no tea in it whatsoever, a running joke, as my mother usually doesn't like any tea) and Grandma picked a tropical blend |
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The savory, sweet, and salad options at tea |
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The sun setting from the grounds of Biltmore |
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Biltmore when the sun goes down is a beautiful place |
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The white roses and lights lining the entryway |
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My favorite room, the Great Hall, from various points of view |
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The library, which is my mom's favorite room |
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A tree drowning in decor in one of the many guest rooms of Biltmore |
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The house's bowling alley |
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The walk-in fridge of the era |
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A furnace to heat the washroom in the winter |
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This is in the French Broad chocolate factory we toured in Asheville, where we got to taste many things, such as cocoa nibs from beans we cracked ourselves |
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Me holding a real cocoa pod; in case you were wondering, it sounds like a large baby rattle when shaken! |
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