A night walking tour taught me about the origins of the words shitfaced and stinking rich, or the guide's interpretation at least. (Revelers walking home in the wee hours of the morning looked up when they heard windows open and then got hit in the face when families dumped their potty pot out of the window. The rich were buried in the church but not well preserved and the poor parishioners could smell the rotting flesh from their pews.) Prowling the quiet streets of the old town at night was hauntingly fun. Locals offer free tours and work for tips.
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