Dave had a creamy pistachio, with pistachio pieces in the bottom and I had an icy Cuban mojito full of flecks of mint.
We sat in the square to enjoy them.

It was a afternoon for a popsicle. The sun was shining, the birds were singing...
Then disaster struck!
It was so sad. The only consolation was that we had already decided to come back the next morning before leaving town so we could try more.
The next day I had Mora, similar to blackberry, and Dave had chocolate. His was creamy, more like the best fudgsicle he had ever had than a popsicle. Mine was tart enough to know that it was real fruit, not flavoring and dye.
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