I was introduced to sushi at quite a young age by my Japan-loving father. In 1970’s London it was something of a novelty. I wasn’t sure at first, but at some point in my teenage years, grew to love it. When I learnt about Tsukiji Market during my research for our trip to Japan 10 years ago, I knew we had to visit.
To describe Tsukiji as a temple to raw fish, would be understating it’s size and significance. It is like a small city with roads, vehicles, traffic police, an auction house, restaurants, shops selling all manner of fish accoutrements and of course stall after stall after stall of raw fish. Whole fish bought at the 5am auction are processed by the many small outfits, like the one pictured, before being sent to restaurants around the world.
It’s an atmospheric place to visit, even if you have to get up before the crack of dawn. Everyone scurries purposefully around you, hurrying on their fishy business. The bare lightbulbs and dark corners, huddles of men doing deals worth hundreds of thousands of yen, boxes heaped high with octopus and sea urchins, trolleys of valuable frozen tuna pulled by harried porters. And it doesn’t smell of fish. We shall be going back.
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