As I am lounging at the terrace of Klaudio’s café, I spot a puffed-up creature with a long, green snout and bushy, blue eyebrows. With dark, round glasses, the creature looks very like a Martian. It takes me a while to realize I am looking at a fat German tourist. She is sipping her drink from a tall glass through a straw, right next to which there perches a mixing stick with a wiggly tassel. From where I am sitting, a Martian would hardly surprise me, either. With so many funny-looking creatures crawling around Motovun during the tourist season, everything goes. In my own lazy mind, at least.