Ice cream season never ends, but summer does. In America, our minds seem to reckon the last of August as the end of warm-weather frivolities. So, celebrate with an ice cream cone. As for me: I'll have stracciatella; I'll close my eyes; and I'll imagine myself in front of Milan's Galleria as I say good-bye to the sultry days of summer. [2008]
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