Thus a big white sign in capital letters printed on the back of tight red pants worn by a shapely young woman of about twenty. Holding the hand of her beau the same age, she keeps mewing and mewing up and down Motovun streets in search of all the tourist attractions. All the tomcats of our little town are mewing back in unison in spite of their lack of English. God only knows whether the young woman herself knows what is written on her mewing back.