Sunflowers at Night
The village of Romello was a mingle of beggars and peasants and dethroned kings, and this, far from disgusting its inhabitants, provoked in them a sense of pride for their bizarre exoticism. It was a good place to live if you didn't care what others thought about you, or if, on the contrary, you cared too much. There was no middle ground because everybody would know what you had for breakfast, how much money you earned, who you kissed and who you didn't, if you cheated on an exam or stole something from a shop, who you liked, even if you didn't quite know it yourself.
Valba Barsel didn't care what others thought, so for her, Romello was as good a place to live as any other.