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Then, outta nowhere, I see this old man selling handmade trinkets. His stuff is legit! I’m talking about wooden carvings and little pottery pieces. I’m drawn in, and we start chatting. He tells me about Tavarede’s history, how it used to be a quiet fishing village. I’m all ears. It’s fascinating!