About once a day I toss an ashtray full of cigar shavings and ashes on the cobblestones right in front of my door. This is my method of dissuading neighborhood cats and dogs from shitting at my doorstep. It appears to be successful, too. More often than not, there is no-one in the street when I open the front door. During the tourist season, though, my strange behavior is witnessed by quite a number of people. To their even greater surprise, I salute them with a cheerful smile plastered on my face. Many of them are thus bound to conclude that this is a local custom of some kind. I bet some of them are looking for cigar shavings and ashes up and down the street. As everyone can see, Motovun is a peculiar place, anyhow.