My favorite meal of the day (perhaps because it's the first one) is breakfast. Roberto sees me walk into his cafe and even before I reach the busy marble counter, he's already artfully getting my double cappuccino together. As I pour in a spoonful of sugar and quietly begin stirring, he presents me with a perfectly glazed cornetto. Or a warm pain au chocolat, if that's what he's been making on that day. Not a word spoken, only smiles.
Can't you just smell the joy?