There is a sigh of relief in Motovun the day after the film festival. “Gosh,” local people are saying to each other wherever they meet, “it’s over at last!” There is much smiling and nodding. As well as an occasional frown: “Till next year!” All the festival paraphernalia are yet to be removed from the upper and lower squares, though. Tractors will be roaring up and down cobblestone streets for three or four days before everything returns to, as it were, normal. For the tourist season is at its peak at this time of the year, and the festival is an increasingly unwelcome break in it. The weather permitting, there will be thousands upon thousands of tourists visiting the hilltown the next few weeks. When the festival started sixteen years ago, this was not the case. There were only a few cafés, restaurants, shops, and galleries, as well as rooms, apartments, and houses for rent. Back then, the festival was quite welcome by the locals, but this is no longer the case. Motovun has grown into a tourist attraction in spite of the festival. Whence the sigh of relief, of course. In a few short years, the disruptive festival is destined to become history.