I didn’t grow-up in New York city nor Brooklyn. I grew-up in Laval, a suburb of Montreal. On those hot summer days, nothing would bring a smile to my face like the “Ice Cream Truck”. I would run to my house and ask my mom for money to buy a cold, delicious ice cream from the beloved truck. Really, it was a simple life back then.
The door of the Ice Cream Truck is what I bring to you for this edition of Thursday Doors.
Seen around Central Park, near Columbus Circle.
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That’s a perfect door. Unfortunately, we won’t see that door for a long time now (but maybe sooner than you will).
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That’s for sure 🙂
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Now that’s an original door post and some nice childhood memories as well. Goon one ☺
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Good one…ugh 😦
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Thanks Norm, couldn’t resist 🙂
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Love it! The ice cream truck continues to be a summer treat for my kids. We have one come down our street almost daily in the summer!
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Lucky kids 🙂
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We still hear the music from the truck that sometimes comes through our neighborhood in the summer.
janet
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Yes the music is such a great aspect of it as well
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