The heat coming off of the massive, buttery yellow oven at Innocenti Biscottificio Artigiano. It diligently turns out countless biscotti each morning including my favorite, the brutti ma buoni. Stefania was nice enough to let me shoot there one afternoon. She told me it was her mother who was queen of the biscotti, and that she took over the shop after her death. Via della Luce, 21, Trastevere.
The Pantheon at dawn, piazza empty.
Every public clock set...
