The cobblestones are an adventure at toddler scale — each one a small mountain, each gap a small canyon — but Aurora and Flavio navigate them with the single-minded determination of two explorers who have absolutely nowhere else to be. The barking grows louder as they round a corner past a fishing net hung to dry, and there it is: a small golden dog, tied to a lamppost outside a harbourside kiosk, conducting an extremely enthusiastic guard operation against a pigeon. Beside it, a young man in an apron is scooping ice cream into cones with the practised calm of someone who has not yet noticed two small wedding guests approaching at full toddler speed. Aurora's dark bow bobs with each determined step. Flavio extends the boutonnière forward like a compass needle — north, south, east, west, strawberry.