It makes you wonder how there is anything still left in the ocean. This weekend I experienced the Noryangjin Fish Market.
Getting off the subway, I had a hard time believing we were in the right place. We passed over a highway on a plain looking bridge made of concrete with no signs of fish anywhere--let alone a famous fish market. All of a sudden the wind picked up, and I knew we were in the right place. There is no mistaking the smell of fish. We went through an unassuming door, went down a flight of stairs, and suddenly found ourselves looking down on the madness.
Getting off the subway, I had a hard time believing we were in the right place. We passed over a highway on a plain looking bridge made of concrete with no signs of fish anywhere--let alone a famous fish market. All of a sudden the wind picked up, and I knew we were in the right place. There is no mistaking the smell of fish. We went through an unassuming door, went down a flight of stairs, and suddenly found ourselves looking down on the madness.
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