I didn’t make it out to the fish market until close to 6am, which is too late to see the real action. In the really early morning hours, auctions take place for the freshest fish possible. On my way through the outer market, I passed this beautiful specimen partially exposed in its Styrofoam container, waiting to be shipped somewhere. Tokyo, Japan. August 2008.
A convenient feature at many restaurants are the plastic food models on display outside. We did not encounter many English speakers, so it was nice to be able to point at what we wanted and have a pretty good idea of what we were going to get. If there weren’t plastic models, sometimes we got lucky and the menu had pictures or had an English version. Every meal I ate there was delicious; I never quite got over feeling awkward about not knowing more Japanese, but it was worth it to eat so well. Tokyo, Japan. August 2008.
