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Gelato comes to Covent Garden

By William Skidelsky  

Always around this time of year, my mind turns to ice cream. I like eating the stuff when I’m out and about; I’m not the kind of ice cream eater who sits at home in front of the TV nursing a tub on his lap (although I have been known to do that too). Until recently, however, there has always been a rather large cloud on the horizon of my spring-time ice cream delight: the knowledge that, in order to get a proper Italian gelato—which must surely be acknowledged to be the supreme type of ice cream—I would have to…

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