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This morning on our way to the vegetable market, we stopped in an old watchmakers shop. It is one of those small, family-owned old shops, run by a very friendly elderly couple. We have peaked in many times before but never went in, but today CC had to get a new battery for her watch and she picked that shop. I will definitely go there at least once more to shoot lots of photographs, the word genuine lingered all around the place, as did the old clocks. The old lady was instantly charmed by Tamara and as a sign of her affection, she took the clock handle on one of those cuckoo clocks that look like Bavarian houses (this one was a splendidly kitschy specimen) and moved it to ten so that the it started making sounds and the cuckoo flew. Tamara loved it. The ringing that was not on time and probably attracted attention of her husband who emerged from behind the shelves and after seeing Tamara, repeated the trick himself.  The fact that there are still some kind people in town made our Saturday morning coffee a bit nicer.