Whilst wandering down 24th street on our way to get a scoop of Humphry Slocombe ice cream we were drawn to this little lane way.
200 metres long and not a bare fence pale in sight it was a charming back street gallery of joyous colour and political murals.
As for the ice cream shop around the corner we were confronted by a queue about fourty deep.
This seemed to be a relatively normal occurrence to have the line snaking out the shop and around the corner.
With flavours ranging from sweet summer corn, eight ball stout, pink grapefruit+tarragon or kumquat poppy seed it was quite the scene.
What we didn't realise was that when you got to the front of the queue having waited for twenty odd minutes, everyone then proceeded to ask for tastes of different flavours.
Try before you buy.
No wonder the wait took so long but this seemed a natural enough process to all in line so who were we to complain.
For the record we had scoops of carrot, coconut, malted vanilla and honey thyme.