Hawkers

You can tell what they are hawking from the cadence of their sound, even if you can't understand the Greek.

Scrap metal dealers all have the same droned out list of old stuff they collect ("any old iron"), the fishmonger early in the morning with his supermarket trolley stacked full of polystyrene boxes and ice packed seafood, tiny wheels wobbling and swiveling on the uneven concrete slabs, O Nikos selling watermelons throughout the summer, and (less often) the truck with the musical pitch and all those potted flowering plants for sale.

Soon it will be children (and adults) singing a Christmas song and jingling on metal triangles.