The ice cream truck pulls through the streets of Forchheim with a really annoying, old-fashioned bell. Kids beg loose change off their parents and chase down the fifteen-year old Volkswagen van. Once the van stops, a line of children contemplate their choice of frozen goodness. Then the kids, one by one, walk up to the window and order one or two scoops of gourmet Italian Ice. Yes, that's right, gourmet Italian ice - no third rate, year-old, chemical-filled popsicles here, it's flavors of cappucino, stacciatella, banana and strawberry hand-scooped into a light-crispy cone.
Lick, lick, lick...
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