October 4, 2017:
In the square once upon a time we met an English waif named "Tat" who became yet another distraction.
"Waif" used here somewhat ironically, for she was far from fragile. But she was stranded, and penniless, and unable to communicate in an era when no-one spoke English and hippies were not entirely welcome. So we adopted her, especially my wayward love did, paying to do her laundry and sneaking her into our showers at those rare times when we splurged.
Then we were gone, and she wasn't, and I have no idea who she later became, or if she remained the Tat she was then, a stranded and slightly confused English hippie, penniless and far from home.