Tuesday, October 11, 2011

gelato

Yeah yeah I know gelato is Italian, and can't possibly be as good in Paris as it is in Italy. Well guess what, it is. And yes I've been to italia. The group got an early start on the gelato craze, and can't go very long without our fix of it. It's just too good, an addiction.
And I love every lick.
My first gelato. On our southern France trip, in Albi I think. Delicious first taste.
Berthillion, delicious. I usually don't get fruity flavors but I did here and it was sooo so good. And we were laughing our heads of because of the crazy french man screaming "Paris is so exciting, ALRIGHT!" through the streets at the time.
Amorino's, classic. Speculoos, coco, amaretto, and caramel. I wish this came with every single one of my meals every single day. Can't get enough of that deliciousness.
Don't remember the name of this place/ I have it written down somewhere that I don't want to get up and find. I'm gonna assume it starts with a Gelati d'Alber... because that's what the sign in the background says. Daryl told us about this gem. Its close to the institute and right by rue du Nicolas Flamel. Yeah the man in Harry Potter. He lives. Proving Harry Potter's existence.

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