Another vendor had dozens of tea sets, including some porcelain and silver pieces (which I sadly could not haggle down to an affordable price). Fortunately, I was able to take a picture of them. Some of the saucers were chipped and worn in places; they really felt like they had been well-loved by an elderly Italian lady before the collector got his hands on them.
Since Arezzo is so much older than any town in Texas, many of the pieces I saw had been passed down for more generations than I could count. I learned that these vendors lived for this antique fair, spending ridiculous amounts of time hunting down relics to sell to tourists. I also gained an appreciation for these people who dedicate their time to preserving and celebrating the past.