Gelato at Parisi

The past few days have been lovely - that kind of perfect in-between weather, warm and cool at once with the clear, pure, dappled sun of early summer.
We're taking advantage with bike rides, gardening sessions, and early-morning wanderings around the neighborhoods of old North Denver.
On this afternoon, we stopped for gelato at our local Italian eatery.



To be honest, Q was more interested in the spoon than she was in the gelato. But that's OK. She never has turned into much of a sweets-eater.