Cold Snowy Sunday

On the way home for the museum, dad stopped for a gelato, the first of the season just 'cause he could and it was open despite it being freezing outside. I wanted a treat as well, so we called mom. She met us out and about at one of our favorite neighborhood cafes: Brasserie Romanow.
I had a bottle, yum, mom had hot chocolate, dad had a cappuccino (he said I wore him out), and we shared a strudel. A European treat! I was really hungry. We love Sundays.