Thus I to a tourist couple strolling down Borgo past a bunch of us standing in front of our houses and laughing at something or other. As it turns out, none of us are actually from Motovun. Judging from our clothing, none of us are villagers, either. In their late fifties or early sixties, the tourists smile back. And then she says with an unmistakable British accent: “That’s what we like to see!”