Having woken earlier than planned is decided to head out to the Tsujiki Fish Market. The fish market is a phenominal place which assaults all of the senses. Lorrys drive in and out, motorised carts scoot around with little or no regard for the safety of anyone nearby. The inner market is stall upon stall of fish and seafood - dead, alive, whole, filleted, fresh, frozen or preserved. The floor is wet with water, ice and blood. The central market is surrounded by a peripheral market which sells vegetables, knives, teas, condiments and so on, and is far less hectic. I took the time to sample some green tea with a couple of Japanese. The conversation was slow to say the least, and can be summed up with "Ingrish?Weeeverpool?Bweeeetles!Boom boom!". Having left the beatles fanatics I
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