Sipping a cappuccino in the Venetian cafe, Caffé del Doge, on University Ave in Palo Alto. Having lived in Venice, Italy for a year in college many moons ago, stumbling across this caffé brings back sweet memories. The drawer to tap the used espresso grounds in, the bar to stand at and drink your cappuccino or espresso. The lidded sugar containers on bar, the barista speaking confidentially to the other barista in Italian. Pride and shiny metal everywhere behind the bar. Delicious cappuccino, clearly made Italian style. None of this 16 oz cappuccino crap–don’t even ask! A cappuccino is a cappuccino, there are no sizes.

Since I didn’t bring my camera on this foray to the heart of Silicon Valley, I used my Zire72 palm pilot to take these pictures at the caffé. Geez! how many photo ops have I missed in the past? What a great alternative! Wouldn’t this blog benefit from more photos? Too bad I didn’t think of that when trying on bridesmaids dresses on Sunday. Not sure I’d want to post those… That florescent lighting in dressing rooms makes my skin look green. The title of the photo could have been: green skinned girl in semi-formal dress.

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