Put yourself for a moment on this little dewey corner somewhere in the heart of Milan. Close your eyes and allow the people to gently pass by you. They all walk with intent yet are content to be late if they must enjoy each-other's company this evening. The light horns of jazz beat against the walls as the small vespas slap the cobblestones. It's just that time when the lights inside cafes are dimmed in synchronicity with the falling sun. It's been a long day and the humidity will keep your glass of chilled white wine company while your fingers are preoccupied with the strands of hair of the person with whom you've sat down.