NJWILDBEAUTY readers know I recently savored river towns, thanks to our brilliant light rail system from Bordentown (for me) to Camden. This immaculate, zingy, Swiss-made train is reconnecting and resurrecting towns that died with the age of sail.
Tickets are for a time period, not any particular destination – and mine (because of venerable age!) is 75 cents for two hours. I guess non-venerables pay $1.50. Heaven awaits.
But also, the visceral experience of other eras. I am convinced that Burlington’s brick sidewalks must have been made with bricks from the Abbott Marshlands, ages ago. Signs of 1776 and 1656 abound.
This ice cream parlor is in Burlington, (two blocks east and one south returned us to the train station, to buy and then validate a second set of tickets.) It feels as though it were founded in the earliest part of the twentieth century, and has barely changed since. Even I am not that venerable!
Back to the Ice Cream Parlor:
If Michelin had not invented “worthy of the journey”, I would have to do so for this idyllic sojourn.
On that hot summer’s day, all we needed to cool ourselves in the river towns, was to walk a block or two west to the river, or pop into this ice cream parlor.
O.K., the 21st-century waitress didn’t know how to make an ice cream soda. But, beautiful and charming, she tore herself away from studying, to follow perfect instructions from my Princeton Photography Club (New York natives) companions.
Hit the rails — Think “River Line”!