[5: Ice cream]

"Ice cream! Cold treats!" 

Someone was standing on the street corner, hawking treats from a small metal
cart.  It was unseasonably hot and damp, and ice cream did seem like the
thing to do.

"Uncle Ram, can we get ice creams?"

"I suppose. There's a proper shop around the corner."

"Thank you!" The girls bounced excitedly.

They pushed into the shop, which by all looks, was entirely unprepared for
the weather working on its behalf, and the staff looked harried. The thin
man behind the counter was working furiously, scooping scoop after scoop,
and a queue formed around the edge of the store to nearly the door.

They didn't stand in line long before Uncle Ram got jostled by someone, and
he turned and glared at them furiously. The young boy behind them and his
mother both visibly wilted.

The line kept out just shy of the door, as if customers knew just when to
come in to keep the shop full and the staff busy.

A woman pushing her child in a stroller.

A man dragging two small toddlers, twins by the look of them.

A fellow with a strategically torn shirt, revealing tattoos on his arms
entered with a sneer.