I'm in a little village, well away from all the tourists, called Marpissa.
I went into a extremely small and scruffy shop to buy some water and the old lady had a box of melons, all different sizes and blemished. She made me choose one and I thought she was going to give it to me but she stuck it on the scales and demanded €0.50 from me.
It is so juicy that I have had to spread out a plastic bag to catch the drips because I am sitting in the village square and I don't want to make a mess.