A somewhat limited range of products - potatoes and onions, but I notice he does have quite a few customers who understandably want potatoes delivered to their door instead of having to carry them themselves. Looking at the photo he seems to sell tomatoes too - he keeps quiet about these though. Perhaps they're only for his special customers who already know about them.
Anyway, yesterday, with it being the 8th, not only was the potato/onion seller doing the rounds, but also the singing Santas were out. My very first post was about these a year ago, so like the potato seller, top marks for consistency.
It turned into something of a freestyle sfida. Potato/onion seller against the musical Santas. Picture the scene (if you've seen the film "8 Mile" it will help) "I cipolle vai, i cipolle vai!" Counteracted with: "Jingle bells, jingle jingle bells" getting louder and louder.
I'm sure these things don't happen in many places.
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oh I love little observations like this...so Italian, and old-school! Charming :)
Now that's entertainment! We don't have the Santas but there is a guy in an ape who sells fruit and veg. He's always going on about how zuccheros-uh all the fruit is. Sometimes has to to vie with itinerant accordion player for attention.
What a mess I made of that comment!
ha! It's a walk off.
We have a man with an ape who sharpens knives - you have to be quick though.
Well, it turns out we do have the Santas after all...
Oh great news KC! Wonder if they're the same ones :)
Does your digital camera have a movie function? You should definitely try to get these in full motion and audio!! I'm having a hard time hearing "onions, go!" with jingle bells. But this is just hilarious. The only people who know about the tomatoes are regular customers AND people who live on upper floors. ;-)
He is a little lacking of produce to sell...but he knows what the old nonna's want and by the sounds of it they want to make lots of gnocchi. I wish there was an old nonna in Portugal who would make some home made gnocchi for me!
We had a guy in the little bitty Molisan town I come from who sold blackberries ("more" in italian) when I was a kid, and in true grim mountain humour his call was:
Chi magna more, chi non magna more
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