The din of the crowded market is a mix of happy, hearty voices and shoes shuffling along the cobblestones. Bags rustle with fresh vegetables and other goods. People call to each other over the chorus, though many singular voices are lost in the collective. A hammer thumps against nail and wood as new stalls are set up or repaired. A band at a corner of the market begins to play, the sounds of guitar and tambourine marrying in pleasant tones.
