
The second time Linden and I actually did travel all the way to the Fish Market. But when we arrived, the fish hid.
(If you were previously unaware, Linden has a fantastic "pout" look that she is modeling in this picture of a deserted wholesale fish market.)
Apparently, the one day not to go is Sunday. Incidentally, this is the only day we tried. Twice. And by tried, let me explain that you must arrive before 7am a

The picture to the right is a view of the Tokyo skyline behind the empty fish market.
I've sworn off seeing fish auctions and am content to just look at them (quite literally in the eye) on the sushi conveyer belts.
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