Gelato Happens

I have nothing profound to say about Gelato because its reputation precedes itself.  It's tasty. It's multi-flavoured. It's so quintessentially Italian.  And any time of day, any weather, people--young, old, fat, skinny, are eating it.  Gelaterias are everywhere and the flavours are endless.

Paul and I made gelato a daily habit. On a 12-day holiday, there were only two days when our paths didn't cross the sugary frozen delight.  Paul had his favourites--Nocciola (hazelnut) and I had mine--Coconut.  Though we did make attempts to range around the flavours, this was mostly in vain.

Nocciola on the seaside 

Mint and cookies and cream on the seaside 

Bacio (chocolate and hazelnut) in the City 

Stracciatella (chocolate chip) in the country 

We did attempt to take more photos of the ice cream but, you know, melting happened.