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The days are growing longer, and the first tourists arrive. At one of my city's bigger squares, I spotted a small tourist crowd, with a local priest in their middle, posing for a photo.

The priest himself looked calm and stern into the camera; if it was because of his spiritual role or because he wanted to look good on camera, I could not tell. The priest's appeal to tourists was obvious: dressed in black robes and with a long grey beard, he seemed frozen in time for centuries.

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