Summer in the city
There was supposed to be a review session for History of the Book this afternoon, but it never happened, so I’m posting from the iSchool computer lab again. And in a little while I’m going to head back into Center City and go back over my class notes at Capogiro, where orange-cardamom gelato has started appearing lately.
(Something I will never understand: people who go to Capogiro, order only one flavor, and confine themselves to the least exotic flavors, like chocolate chip or strawberry. Granted, you can’t go wrong with anything Capogiro makes, and their strawberry is a Proustian reverie of strawberries and cream, but still: how can one resist the cioccolato scuro? Or rosemary and honey? Or grapefruit with Campari?)
I walked home after my statistics final last week, since it was still light out and cooling off. After I’d had dinner I walked around my neighborhood some more, past the community gardens and houses with lighted windows and glimpses of living rooms and people sitting on their front steps and the skyline of Center City visible off to the south, with everything looking a little softer and bluer than usual in the dusk. I’ve been taking my surroundings for granted these past few months, sticking to my usual routes and forgetting what it was that made me fall in love with my neighborhood in the first place. This summer, I think, will be for taking notice again.
Time to go: paper-writing and gelato await.
Oh my goodness. It looks like one of my local gourmet grocers may stock Capogiro…and though their webpage doesn’t say they carry the Campari/Grapefruit option, they *do* have Orange Cardamom.
They aren’t open on Sundays, but you can bet I’ll be checking them out tomorrow…
Awesome. Too bad they don’t have the grapefuit Campari — I had some yesterday, and it was to die for.
Oh, my. Your description makes me yearn for Philadelphia more than any flavor of gelato.