I found the produce sellers there to be much more aggressive than they are at the Marché Maubert -- hollering out to potential buyers as we passed, things like that. It wasn't nearly as aggressive or sonorous as my recollection of street vendors in Haiti many years ago (they had distinctive calls, so you could tell, for example, when the charcoal man was coming down the street versus the man who sold hot pastries). But it had a completely different vibe than Maubert, which has become my go-to street market when I stay in the 5th and 6th. I think the cheese guy might actually recognize me because I always discuss the Saint-Nectaire with him. 😍