It is a glorious day in Peschici. There are no clouds In the sky, a gentle breeze flowing off a calm Adriatic. We are sitting on the patio overlooking the sea having coffee and biscuits. This will be one fine day to sit back, soak in this little town and read.
Suddenly there is a piercing announcement echoing down the narrow streets. At first, having seen the politico in Naples, we thought it was a rally of some sort. The loud amplified voice would go on for several minutes and then be silent. You could tell it was moving, getting louder and then softening as if changing direction. Because of the echo it was difficult to understand what the topic was. Then as the source got closer we heard Amerika, it must be some sort of political announcement. Again closer, more clear, was that fragole? Then pomodore? It was a fruttivendolo mobile (fruit vendor) traveling the streets. He was calling to all of the women with children, Americans, everyone we are bringing the produce to you.
The nonne below our patio came out of their houses with sacks and baskets, they would disappear around the corner and return carrying the bulging bags and baskets.
Cannot resist this opportunity, we get out onto the street and the hawker is silent. Hope we can find him. The streets of Peschici go in every direction with no apparent logic. We exit the centro storico and less than a block away there are people surrounding the little truck, cart, van vehicle. He has had a good day the truck is nearly bare. But the apricots, melon and fragole are really good and fresh. Lunch.
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