Golitti's: if Willy Wonka was Italian, he would work here. The sleek dark-wood panels and winding countertops made me think I was ordering a wedding gown and not gelato. I ordered a scoop of cioccolato fondente and stracciatella along with the free panna (whipped cream) in a ciocolatto-dipped cone. Gelato is the new ambrosia of the gods. I got it all over my face.
Along our walking tour of Rome today - a feat that included most of the major sights - we stopped by Piazza Navona. The beautiful plaza played host to thirty or forty vendors selling Epifania-related gifts. Epifania is tomorrow, a holiday where the good witch (Befana) drops candy into their socks. Mini-Befanas, complete with creepy white hair, red eyes and broomstick, were on sale and I bought one for 4 euros.
We took our gelatos to the Pantheon - but outside, the piazza rivalled its main attraction. A random Italian boy jumped into our photo, laughed and then ran away. We have named him Luigi.
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