I found the little old watch repairman. He was not swiss, but he was grizzled, hunched over and his eyes squinted from looking at too many watch works through one of those tiny microscopes, Lupes?
Anyway, the reason I had to go was because I own three watches that did not survive their time in Bocas, where everything rots, rusts or gets stolen. Two were antique Swiss watches. He looked at them and said simply “very old”. “Yessir, older than you” Anyway, in three days I find out if they can be saved.
But here is why I am posting. He had for sale, on the wall behind his cluttered counter, a cuckoo clock, in the shape of a Mosque.
Just when I was thinking I had seen it all!