Today is the first day of the Motovun film festival. My beloved and I cannot stop congratulating ourselves for missing it, though. “Remember the beer-guzzling crowds besieging the hotel terrace?” I start. “Yuck,” she replies. “Remember the reek of the kebab on the lower square?” she starts a short while later. “Yuck,” I reply. All in all, we both feel fortunate to be far, far away.