After our morning class, my flat mate and I went to our usual spot for a cappuccino and a brioche (aka croissant). A couple of cleaning men were down the street sweeping the sidewalk. As they approached the front of our cafe, they glanced at each other, put down their brooms and garbage buckets on the sidewalk and walked inside to have a cappuccino at the bar and started chatting with the owner. Just like that- it was time for a break.
I have learned that there is always time for a coffee break in Italy.