starring (from top to bottom, left to right): justine, andi, stina, heiko, me and birget.
no, its just not natural for gelato to taste this good. impossible. no buts. zip-nip-fip.
it is even ungodly to derive such pleasure from mere dessert. what do they call it? no, not gluttony. lust. that's it.
unfathomable flight of fancy indeed.
uncluttered blue skies on saturday. the sun's rays grazed the streets lovingly, resembling a mother's protective embrace from the hurtful.an unsubtle calling, perhaps? in any event, few needed little prompting to visit paradis for some ice cream lovin'.
almost everyone had different flavours, thereby encouraging an unsanitary exchange of spoon swipes. today, my tongue-twisting flavours include apple and panna cotta (caramel). and it was one helluva generous scoop, i had to lick of a collasping thimble-full before i could snap a picture of it.
nutter in the middle of the road.
the gelato was ever so good that if i were a hostage in iraq withholding some vital defence strategy and my enemies were to wave a double scoop (cone, please) in front of me, i might just crumble. p.s i have below-ground-level morals when it comes to dessert.
dressed for the occasion- don't we look smart in our sunnies?
arh, paradis cafe.. place will probably leave a deeper impression than the combined forces of the little mermaid statue and amelieborg palace.
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