I dreamt that I was surprised by a completely different crew at Marko’s. I recognized none of the waiters or cooks. One of the waiters told me that the prices went up fourfold, but that they would remain the same as before for the local people. He also told me that the boss wanted entirely different guests from now on. They would be foreigners with much deeper pockets than hitherto. But he wanted to keep the locals, who give a special feel to his restaurant and café. I remember thinking that this was likely to be a wise move. Most of the tourists in Motovun are not exactly well to do. Attracting more affluent tourists would make quite a bit of sense. As for locals, they indeed add a special touch to the place. As of late, locals sit only at Marko’s, where they occupy a table or two. Both young and old, they do not go to Klaudio’s any longer, as they used to do when I moved to the hilltown. And Benjamin’s has always been a restaurant only, where locals go if they want to have a special lunch or dinner. Evening after evening, the locals are the last to leave the lower square. They undoubtedly add something special to Marko’s, whence the discount. When I woke up, it was time to get up already. After my morning ablutions, I will head to Marko’s for my morning coffee. And I will be joined there by a bunch of locals without fail.