Ciao, le paste!
I was very, very good for my first week here, but eventually I broke down. So far, I’ve had gelato once (dark chocolate and pistaccio), sorbetto once (apple and tangerine, at a famous gelateria called Grom that is, by the way, so overrated), and only…three pastries!
Of course, that count is excluding everything outside of Florence. But hey, when you’re traveling, who can keep track?
This was from a little caffe on Via dei Servi, north of the Duomo. I don’t even know what this one was called, and it’s in every caffe so it’s nothing particularly special. But damn, it was delicious.
It was all about the filling. You would think from looking at it that it would be citrus of some sort, maybe lemon or orange curd; but you’d be wrong. I swear to you, it was sugar, cream, and butter—pure decadence.
Anyway, now that la quaresima has begun, I must say Ciao! to all of these delights.
So, ciao ciao ciao ciao ciao! (The more times you say it, the more you show your love.)