Breakfast: one more time!

I was pretty surprised when one morning, C suggested we go to the local gelateria... for breakfast?! Here, I ate for the first time ever, the most indulgent ice cream sandwich at 10am. A brioche cut in half slathered with vanilla and gianduia gelati. The thing barely fit in my hand and melted all over my hands and legs as I tried to eat it with dirty pigeons greedily flocking around me. Needless to say, I finished the whole thing and the crash from that sugar high was worth every last lick. Oh, and the chocolate smeared all over the little girl's face on the gelateria sign is a good indication of how one looks when you're eating the actual gelato.