Everything in Paris is special. When you ask for an ice cream, they give a rose.
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8 comments:
really? THAT is ice cream?! how clever! yum!
edith piaf in the background while eating this ice cream :)
It was totally yum, Bijou!
As for Edith Piaf, my hips were definitely humming "Je ne regrette rien"!!
It was yummie and eaten on a wonderful square, I agree!
Another example of fleeting Parisian beauty!
Rose scented ice cream sounds fabulous - doesn't matter what it looks like (even if it has the appearance of marzipan!)
Did it taste like roses?
Beautiful and hopefully tasty :)
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