L’Île Saint Berthillon - Ice Cream Sundae

 

It’s Sunday afternoon & sunny 🌞 An ice cream day.

Therefore le vrai Parisian will be making their ritual trip to rue Saint Louis en l’Île

To visit Berthillon, their weekly favorite place of worship.

But there was no red velvet rope yesterday to guide the acolytes 🫣

Fortunately someone (guy in white pants and hair bun?) came out and created order, lining everyone down one side of the street.

Where they waited in envy and gazed upon those who had received salvation. 

 True mindfulness does not require Eyeballing a raisin 🍇 or an art class.

But there are grave decisions to be made, like whether to get on line or avoid the stress altogether.

These parents are unrelenting to the obvious torment of their child. “No, we don’t have time. Stop whining!”

But this child seems oblivious to the pure bliss her parents are experiencing. Go figure.

Another serious eater deep in mindless bliss

Like the serious, pensive face on a portrait  by Ingres.

Those not in the know (tourists) go to other outlets with shiny green signs (not the classic rusty brown) thinking they are at the correct place.

They study the list of 57+ flavors at leisure and pay a little more for their efforts. 

The price rises as you walk up the island towards Notre Dame topping out at 6€ for a single bol at Cafe Flore en l’Île (vs. 3,50€ at the true Berthillon). 

Because I was the youngest and smallest,I was picked to fetch the Sunday family ice cream cones🍦

It was assumed the  server would take pity on me, a shrimp 🍤 born into a family of giants, and dish out bigger portions. They usually did. Go figure. My Mom always ‘trimmed’ my cone anyway to be sure I didn’t drip on myself. Did this happen to you?

I did not stop for an ice cream 🍦 I crossed Pont Marie & found my bliss out at the Steeple Chase races at hippodrome d’Auteuil.

It was a perfect sunny day

To sketch ✍️ at the races 🏇🏇🏇