“Cebolla! Cebolla!”, so I heard the onion guy screaming loud enough to be heard by household residents. I paced faster to get closer to snap a photo of him which he happily obliged without any return. He asked me where I come from and in jest, he said, “Buy this to.” I smiled and asked his name. I introduced myself by extending my hand but embarrassed when I realized his hands were full. We both laughed at my silliness.
Ladies and gentlemen, meet Vladimir, the Onion Guy.