Following the Focaccia Trail Through Every Backstreet
The first time I walked into Pasticceria Pansa just after eight in the morning, I nearly sat down at a table. The square was filling up, the duomo looked beautiful in the soft light, and a seat felt like the natural thing to do. But the locals were all standing at the counter, drinking espresso in under a minute, and leaving. So I did the same. That decision saved me €8 and gave me the best cornetto of the trip.