The movement runs on a diagonal: the right arm stretched up, a disc of dough spread flat across the fingers. PIZZAIOLO is lettered on the white apron, a red kerchief at the neck and a chef's toque above. At the stone oven on the left, its mouth lit, a girl in a pink dress with a shoulder bag holds up a wooden peel. A striped kitten sits at her feet; bottles and stacked plates crowd the counter. Small tiles pave the floor throughout.