Il duomo. Only this one is mocha and not attached to a cathedral. I like the little cup on top, of this one, not the one in Florence. Waking up in a pensione and looking down the narrow street at the real Dome, there's a treat. One that spelled excitement, adventure and new explorations. My first cup of cappuccino came in Italy from one of those huge copper machines. It was frothed and sprinkled with cinnamon. We were in the Italian alps skiing. So you may always perceive a bit of a smile when cappuccino and I meet. Dome or no dome, Il mi piaci tanto.