“Strategies? Outside of bribing the others to go home?” He examines a rich gold blouse before finding something minute wrong with it and drops it half onto the rack before sweeping to the next display, a trail of discarded fare behind him being picked up by the flock the poet has already managed to gather. “I’d as soon hear what you have to say about it, -do you mind? “Byron hands the vessel a garment he has deemed acceptable. “I find this shop rather lackluster…perhaps the clothier across the street?” Byron moves through the walkways and alleys with little thought to the actual direction of traffic, maintaining at least half a conversation as he peruses stores, greets ladies and no few men, and overall takes in Avignon’s “demeanor.” The collection of bags and packages grows steadily. “I find it difficult to think of a sound approach without first getting to know something of substance about our competition. Satire means nothing if it can’t hit what it is aiming at.”