Wewent down the Spanish Steps.
“You know, it’s prohibited to eat ice cream here after “Roman Holiday.” Too many people wanted to act like Audrey, and there were a lot of accidents. Gelato melts, and everything becomes slippery.” Helen jumped from the last step to the grey and dry paving stones of Piazza di Spagna.
It was a hot August midday, and the ban on gelato made sense. I was melting, let alone some weak icy substance.
Helen, Mark, and I went to get some tiramisu. Contrary to popular belief, it is not obligatory to eat tiramisu in Italy. But as the saying goes, when in Rome…