The statues in that town were very useful. A statue of an author near my rooms led me to an English translation of his works that were very instructive about the country. Peculiar translations of the titles. Popa, the local argot for pastor, became 'pope.' An expatriate from Hungary was 'the gendarme' -- and when it became clear that it was an ex-military fellow, I almost called out aloud "guardsman."
Listening to statues, arguing with books.