A light snow is falling, the temperature is -8c and there is a veritable ton of snow on the ground. But I just heard the distinctive tune announcing the arrival of the ice cream truck. Not quite believing it could really be the ice cream man, I looked out the window to check for sure. And yes, it was the ice cream man making his rounds on a wintery day in Stockholm. You have to love that.
The ice cream man cometh
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