When I was a kid, my grandfather used to send me for ice because there were no refrigerators to keep things to eat. Grandfather always asked me, who was the greatest of us brothers, because he could reward me for all the times he sent me to do services in his place since he was having difficulty walking. In fact, in the coins he gave me, there was always the rest that I could use to buy myself a granita. At the Arco della Neve the ice was stored in sacks of straw so I remember this intense perfume every time that even now, when I have become old, I pass in front of the Arco. So my grandfather told me.