Imagine a beautiful warm evening in Athens in June. You are wearing a loose sundress with a wrap just in case it gets cool later on. We walk from our hotel past sidewalk cafes where people sit dining outdoors or sipping drinks, along narrow streets with balconied buildings on either side, until we arrive at a leafy square where the owner welcomes us. We order our favorite gyros and greek salads, accompanied with a frappe or wine, and chat as we eat and watch the lively night life around us and the sounds of musicians and singers in the square. The gyros are delicious but we save some room for dessert, for just around the corner is our second stop for the night, the gelato cafe of our dreams – mountains, volcanoes, of gelatos displayed side by side in the long freezer showcase, with flavors we have never heard of until now. We can guess at Nutella, Rocher, Black Forest (dripping with a lava of sour cherries) and Greek yogurt with honey — but what about Mastic? All are made right here, and we are given a complimentary taste of several before making our choice. Heaven!