There’s no better gelato joint in any city or country. It’s so good that I was scared I was hurting myself by visiting so often. Time and again I’d tell myself “no, don’t go in…show some discipline.” I think I had a mid-sized cup every other day. I actually avoided it for a couple of two-day stretches, in fact. (4 Rue Felix Faure, 06400 Cannes.)
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