The rules were simple: appear at the fountain by 12:55 with an ice cream (cone strongly encouraged, cup tolerated), raise it at 1:00 for one enormous group selfie, and by 1:15 pretend it never happened.
A plaza full of cones, zero melted casualties, one very confused dog walker.
Rumours of a sequel are true. Keep an eye on the events page, the crawl crew is already scouting the next backdrop.
About the author
Lead organizer
Founded the club after one too many solo lasagnas. Keeps the calendar full and the kitchen calm.