Waking up before dawn for the early morning tuna auction on vacation? Yeah, no we decided to opt out of that too. I tried, I really did, but in the end I just couldn’t convince myself to get out of bed that early. When we finally did get to go to the fish market I was fascinated by the whole experience. The neighbouring blocks create a frenzy of boxes and crates and produce overflowing onto the streets, in case the hordes of people weren’t enough to congest the area. Every useable space either was selling or serving, but I think I’ll pass on sea urchin for breakfast. Once inside the seemingly endless warehouse space it was an overload of fish in every colour imaginable and a sight for anyone with a camera. Merchants took breaks standing in front of their catch for a cigarette and conversation and workers busily zipped past on their turret trucks delivering orders, so fast you always had to watch your step lest you be knocked onto the fishy floors.
A walk through Tsukiji Market: