For the most part, the locals are used to tourists asking tons of questions. I introduced myself as Jule and gave the impression I was a single woman looking for some excitement. It wasn't long before I was approached by a woman asking if I was interested in an adventure. I logged her name and comments into my secret database.
Another foray into the field led to an encounter with the Police Municipale. He said he noticed that I seemed to be lost and offered to give me directions. To keep to my cover, I turned up the charm. Despite the ring I saw on his finger, he offered to show me around "personally". I was saved from answering when a tourist wrecked their moped into a market stand. His name was logged ... as well as his apparent indiscretion.
Two days later, I was returning from this little cafe down the street when I noticed a new paper tacked to the local message board. It was a hand-written notice about photography classes being offered for a small fee. On the bottom, someone had written a message in red then crossed it out. "Zelda 747"
I made my way to the market I had visited everyday since my arrival. I stopped at each shop, browsing the items and keeping my eyes and ears alert. I finally saw what I was looking for. I had the merchant ring up my purchase ... a cheap disposable camera. The total was 747 in euros.