Day 72: Bassano del Grappa

It's when you're lucky enough to arrive at the bakery in between the morning's busy moments. You catch a break and the woman smiles and knows exactly how much of the Pugliese bread to cut so you can pay in change.

She's always wearing lipstick and eyeliner, just faint hints of both above her white smock apron and below her cloud-like hair. You finally notice this and think it's one of the things you might miss most.

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