At Monastiraki everything is for sale. Especially the paraphernalia of people that lived and passed away, items found in old houses or sold by unworthy heirs of people's fortunes. I had a friend who's sister discovered a pile of letters sent to a woman by her lover back in the 40s. She bought the pack for a ridiculous amount and managed to find the author of those letters. When she went to see him he was in very advanced age. He refused to see her saying "these are letters written by a person I am no longer".
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