The sweet ringing from the the local ice-cream man has always been one of those things that I looked forward to everyday. I remembered dragging Dad out to get my favorite magnolia vanilla ice-cream whenever I heard the bell. However, my penchant for ice-cream subsided in my teens and the ice-cream man's bell ringing became one of the many background noises.
Apparently, Londoners and the millions of tourists the thronged the city are still in love with their ice-cream. Instead of the bicycle that I was familiar with, ice-cream is now served over a small counter on mini trucks, which are strategically parked at all major tourist attractions.
For £1, you'll get small scoop of vanilla flavored ice-cream in a biscuit cone. For 20p more you'll have a (equally small) chocolate biscuit thrown in. An affordable summer treat for the kids (and many adults) I would say. What surprises me however, is that its popularity doesn't seem to wane even as the autumn winds set in.
Hmm… come to think of that, I do miss the ringing of the ice-cream man's bell.