There were two weddings in Motovun yesterday. Today a young man was celebrating his departure next week to the obligatory military service. Both days the town was crowded with people I do not know, most of them in their late teens and early twenties. Most of them loud, as well. I rejoiced in their joy, but only from a safe distance. And almost grudgingly. The town that has barely become mine has wriggled away from my clumsy grip. This weekend, at least.