I guide my expat friends to my favorite ice cream shop, Dondurmacı Yaşar Usta Cihangir. Away from the hustle of maras ice cream tricksters on Istiklal, we can relax in the 'bobo,' or bohemian bourgeois, Cihangir neighborhood. A young guy flexes his right forearm and hand as he scoops the solid ice cream onto the cones. He modestly hands the cones over without teasing or pranking us. As we take our first licks and bites, we observe each other's ice cream ecstasy. Frozen fresh fruit sorbet melts in our mouths, replenishing us with a summer sweetness. Plum erik sorbet tastes frozen ripe without any icicles. Chocolate pistachio tastes like a nutty fudge. Next time I would like to try the walnut and fig ice cream flavors. Summer loving continues. ♡ Dondurmacı