Each time I go to the market, I see the same vendors sitting in the same spots, only marked by different clothing and wares.
Each season, the fruits and vegetables would change: peaches and pomegranates in the summer, citrus fruits in the winter, apples all year round.
As do the vendors’ clothing. Summer calls for shorts or capri-pants and sometimes nothing on top (for the men, of course). Winter saw cheap polyester puffy jackets and fingerless gloves to handle money better.
Sometimes, they’d mix their wares up a little. One vendor I know built a contraption to roast sweet potatoes for autumn and winter, and suddenly switched to vegetables in the same portable cart minus his little stove. He’d shed his layers as the weather got warmer, but they seem to be the same pieces of clothing.
Other times, random vendors will disappear for months and then return out of the blue.
“My sister returned to the countryside to give birth to the second child,” the fishmonger said.
“He’s avoiding the police for a while, he’ll be back when the Expo hoopla dies down,” the gadget man drawled in reference to the baker.
“She’s selling vegetables now, not fish. Try the end of the road,” the melon lady pointed out.
Customers would still wear their pyjamas. Fleece in the winter and cotton for the summer. The quantities of food are largely the same, though inflation has affected everyone.
As we transition from summer to fall, clothing is layered and the color of fruits and vegetables turn warmer. But the bustle and noise is a constant.