Konichiwa. (Hello) This is probably the market from which many of the unrecognizable foods were procured for the neighborhood Asian grocery about which Ellen wrote in her last post! I was reminded of our first visit to the Tsukiji Fish Market in Tokyo, and I found this page from my journal. It was 5 a.m. on a Monday morning during one of four fascinating summers in Japan. Each summer, our family worked at a camp teaching Japanese children to speak English, and on our days off, we immersed ourselves in all things Japanese, one of which was the world-famous fish market. In the wee hours of the morning, it was THE place to be … busy, loud, and colorful.
The bouquet of fresh fish and seaweed so early in the morning was not the scent to which we were accustomed, but it was so exciting, we didn’t care. We took it all in and topped it off with a seafood breakfast. I’m not sure if I could do that again, but at the time, it was perfect. Go chiso sama deshita! (Thank you very much for the delicious food.) We arrived home as others were just waking up, and fell onto our futons for a much needed nap.
