Turkish Ice Cream

It was ironic that J and I were just talking about Turkish ice cream as one of the things we wanted to try while we were in Seoul. And the next day, as we were searching for my ice cream – I was really craving ice cream – we ended up at a Turkish ice cream stall. The man who served the ice cream played little tricks and slights of hand motions that makes the pre-eating moment a source of entertainment. Poor M who got played with the most. But it seems to me that M enjoyed it the most too, or it’s just his British charm that keeps him smiling.




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