I was walking up the ramp leading to the gate of the archway connecting the two main squares in Motovun when Naomi Campbell walked out of the gate. Judging by the way she was dressed, it was summer at its peak. Wearing sandals with very high heels, she walked gingerly over the cobblestones. Amazed by the sight, I stopped half way up the ramp. “Naomi,” I bowed toward her, “it is a great joy to see you in this Venetian town of great vintage!” And then I added: “A perfect match!” As she was picking her way past the spot where I was standing, she looked at me and smiled without a word. In her short skirt and scanty top, she looked otherworldly in my hometown. As soon as I woke up, I grabbed my laptop to record my surprising dream to the best of my recollection. And surprising is the word. Naomi Campbell in Motovun. Even more surprising, the British supermodel in my own crazy head!