The man, who I somehow summoned into existence from my urgent need for fresh, handmade ice cream last year at the Thames Festival, is still wandering the earth, dishing out his creamy goodness. In a strictly professional way, of course!
When he appeared last year at the exact moment I voiced my need for real ice cream, I smiled at how well London takes care of its own.
When he emerged through the trees in Battersea Park right at dessert time after our picnic, I fell in love with this city even more.
Thank you, London, for your fantastic surprises and frequent treats!