On my trek to il duomo for Mass one Sunday morning, I passed an old man coming out of la pasticceria on Via Ulisse Rocchi, carrying a cake-sized package tied with red string. He looked so happy; he wore a terrifically huge grin on his face, just like a little boy who'd just been given his first red bicycle. I couldn't help being delighted myself. I saw him eyeing my grin, and I mentally cleared by throat. But instead of a polite "Buon giorno" the cute old man positively burst with a joyful, "CIAO!"
I returned it with equal gusto, feeling happy and warm to the tips of my fingers.
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