I am having my morning coffee at Marko’s together with Zoran Radojčić. The conversation is all over the place. At some point, a busload of tourists walks onto the lower square from Gradiziol. Zoran, who has a souvenir shop at the Motovun walls, gives them a good look. “These are shit tourists,” he concludes after a few seconds. And in English. In other words, they will spend next to nothing on their tour of the hilltown. Zoran thus keeps drinking his coffee in peace. After a quarter of a century in the souvenir business, he knows his tourists by heart.