It is morning like this that i enjoy living in Italy.
At the train station, there was almost no line, and a lot of ticket-desks open. when it was my turn, i encountered the nicest functionary possible – one who really cared that i would be losing my return ticket, as it had been purchased with a promotion. And thus, not only did he find a way to change my tickets, but he also gave me some money back – some of which i later used to get coffee and brioche. I was served by yet another nice guy, making small talk and smiling at you in a manner that one might actually believe is genuine. It may be his job to be full of energy, smiling, positive – but i prefer to think the are like that by nature, and such people make my day.
Un Americano Macchiato, e una brioche con ciocolatto, grazie !