A pistachio croissant, fur coat and vino

In that order and I'm not the one wearing the fur coat or drinking the wine ! 

Here in Treviso on our way to Venice . I found my usual back alley cappuccino breakfast stop while J did some work . The lady behind the counter was lovely, as was the elderly lady in the gigantic fur coat on my left (yikes)

It seems everyone who is anyone drinks wine as soon as it's 12 here.  I'm down with that.