Juliette & Gelato

Juliette (age 5) woke me up this morning by jumping into my bed and telling me (actually shouting to me) about gelato: “Wake up daddy; we have to get some Gelato.” She informed me: “in Italy, gelato is good for you, and you have to eat it every day.” Later, we made it to Piazza Nettuno, one of the central squares in the old city. We ate gelato in a café across from the Palazzo Civico, watched over by the god Neptune from atop a tall renaissance fountain. Victoria asked Julie if the gelato was as good as what she had had in Baltimore. “More gooder,” she said, “I always wanted to come here for Gelato!”