An ice cream cone sounded like the perfect way to end a hot, hot day in Santiago.
I bought a double cone: mint chip and chocolate. I took it to Plaza de Armas.
I sat on the bench and ate it while people watching.
The sun was setting and the temperature was perfect. I almost made it without a drop of ice cream on my shorts.
Then I went and stood around a couple chess boards in the square.
When Chileans play chess, I can understand everything they say.
A perfect evening.
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