Paint The Palette With Inviting Ice Cream and Paradise

If we don't have summer, we will have no bracing getaways; we will have no aromatic flowers; no sunny sky; no street strolling; no ice cream licking. This is a statement from my admired nephew who always asks questions about the expanded winter in France. According to him, he does not like winter because it is so frore that he could not enjoy eating his best-loved ice cream from Damman's.

Whenever I go out with my prim boyfriend along the rue du Cardinal Lemoine, I never forget to buy my little nephew a piece of paradise from the most renowned ice cream shop in Paris, Damman's. It is a refreshing tea-cum-ice cream salon which every agile French loves. Like my baby sweet tooth, me and my boyfriend also cherish this shop especially their bitter tangerine, Bulgarian yogurt, and amaretto. What makes them express for my nephew is the palette that they fill with kaleidoscopic ice cream scoops. You can choose your favorite delectable but not too sweet fruit flavor. Visit their agreeable shop from 11:30 in the morning until 10:00 in the evening, that is during summer; until 7:00 in the evening during the frore winter. They are closed on Sundays of winter but they are open on sober Sundays of a chipper summer.