O. and I went on a trip to Fire Island this weekend. We sat on the beach and wandered around and felt a little out of place amongst the wealthy teens who seem to be let loose come Saturday night. Despite the fairly chilly evening we still wanted to each ice cream (or gelato in my case), though we winced at the $4 price tag. I also enjoy the patriotic cone wrapping, I often think of the glory of the US when ice cream is melting on my hands. Here’s to a lovely summer get away and also to being back in NYC where Italian Ices can be had for $1!
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