In the college town that I now live in, I popped into the coffee shop on the major street near me one weekend afternoon, and a door was open inside into the store next store, where they had a special Christmas shop set up for the weeks before Christmas, that was advertised as "now indoors" and was something like the second or third annual one.
And, the (younger) (big-boned) (round) (white) woman with a slight accent showed me around with some different items, and all of a sudden it clicked that she was probably (German) and was trying to reproduce the experience of a booth from an outdoor Christmas market like she had at home, and so I asked her what country she was from, and what do you know, she was indeed (German).
She got really into describing all of the items, too, like this one jam assembled by a local forager who likes to collect things from the local fields and forests and connect people to nature wasn't just only that, but the berry jam was also like standing in a misty forest on a cool morning, and going through and collecting berries and trying each one, in turn.
(I got the quince jam; it was soupy.)
I think people here don't have to work too much since it's so relatively cheap to live here, and so people are just kind of bored all the time and find ways to keep themselves occupied, which isn't necessarily opposed to the area attracting a certain number of eccentric creatives, too, not an overwhelming number, but a striking number, like enough where you notice.
Time moves so slowly here, it's wonderful.
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