Headed down to the Central Wholesale Fishmarket in Tsukiji early this morning with the camera. Wild place, so full of urgency. Kind of reminded me of the floor of the New York Stock Exchange, except the people here are dealing in something tangible. I left Tsukiji on a great high this morning. Hard to believe this world coexists so close to the likes of Roppongi Hills. Also hard to believe I'd hadn't visited it until now.
Jean Pearce, incidentally, has a great piece on Tsukiji in More Footloose in Tokyo. Recommended reading before you make the trip. Especially interesting is the description of how this "made" (or reclaimed) land (ÃÛÃÏ¡Ëused to be a segregated colony housing Tokyo's couple of hundred foreigners away from the main population in the Meiji era, after the doors were opened to the West. A bit like the Azabu/Hiroo "foreign ghetto" of today except with fewer Porsches and more missionaries?
Photos in the gallery. Dead fish, it must be said, are very photogenic.