I say “Part I” because when we started on this trip, I was informed that Dennis was coming along just for the gelato. Oh, and the pastries. So it was to no one’s surprise (okay, maybe a little) that he made four purchases at various gelateria on our first day in Nice. Actually it was three purchases at one place and a fourth at a second place.
At the first place, when we walked in there, we only had a 50 euro bill, which the man grudgingly gave us change for. Fortuitously for him, it turned out to be the best investment ever because Dennis fell in love with the homemade popsicles they had. He bought himself a strawberry (before lunch) and then made me buy a lemon five minutes later, so he can try that. After a delicious and filling lunch (during which he carefully avoided dessert to leave room for gelato), he went back a third time for a a scoop each of pistachio and banana gelato. When I look back on that day, it feels a little bit like our walk in Vieux Nice revolved around this one gelato place. I wish I remembered what it was called, but I know exactly where it is because we must have passed by it at least a half a dozen times.
Of course, on the way to the car, he found another gelateria and decided to go for a second dessert — vanilla gelato. That one was disappointing, but we quickly decided that a gelato connoisseur had to have a dud once in awhile to refine his palate. Luckily, Dennis was able to recover from that with a tasty cherry gelato in St. Paul de Vence yesterday.
Today we cross the border to Italy — hopes are high for even better gelato.