It is barely warm enough to sit on the terrace at Klaudio’s, but quite a few of the tables are still occupied by tourists. As I am sipping my wine, a couple appears. In their late fifties or early sixties, they are walking around in short sleeves. English. He looks hard-boiled. Real estate, I can tell at once. When they sit down two tables away from me, I can hear without listening some of what they are saying. “It is essential for some people to live up here so that the town looks alive,” she says. “The trouble is that there is nothing to do up here,” he says. Real estate, of course. Chances are they are involved with golf development in Motovun, as well. But my thoughts shift to his words. “Wait a minute,” I can almost hear myself arguing with him, “nothing to do is still something to do, and it surely beats everything else, too!” I keep my mouth shut, though. If they are indeed involved with golf development anywhere in Istria, there will be plenty of opportunities for an argument, I am sure.