Fishmonger
He was a fishmonger
and sure it was no wonder
For so were his father and mother before
And they both wheeled their barrow
through streets broad and narrow...
Ok ok... I know this one was in Dublin.
But Venice is a fair city too, isn't it?
(And girls here are indeed pretty too!)
posted by Pierre at 10:28 PM
6 Comments:
Oh, how I wish I lived near the sea to be able to get fish on a daily basis. Great variety and wonderful photo.
Great post, Pierre.
. . . crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O!
You've definitely captured the artful way these fishmongers present their fish. After years of taking only photos away from this market, I was so excited last visit to have an apartment and be able finally to buy one of these fresh fish and take it "home" and cook it. (Well, someone else cooked it, and it was delicious!)
Along with a nice, light Veneto white wine. What could be better?
I walked through a fish market several times in Istanbul, on the way to a neighborhood restaurant on the Golden Horn. Every time, my shoes smelled like fish all the next day.
Nice to see. When I grew up we had a fish truck visiting every week. Those days are long gone.
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