by Nicole Bravo
Step inside the fish market and the first thing to greet you isn't a person, but the wretched stench of fish. I enjoy eating seafood but an hour in there was enough to make my stomach turn for quite a while afterward. All of the fishmongers were wearing hefty boots and there we were with our sneakers, carefully lifting our feet at each step as we trudged through a half-inch layer of water and fish guts covering the floor. Surely we would be giving our shoes a good scrubbing later. We passed one man swiftly slicing off fish scales into the walkway and many others having a smoke in front of their stands. These men were intimidating and unapproachable, yet somehow Lauren managed to soften them with her smile, enough even to make some of them smile.
Step inside the fish market and the first thing to greet you isn't a person, but the wretched stench of fish. I enjoy eating seafood but an hour in there was enough to make my stomach turn for quite a while afterward. All of the fishmongers were wearing hefty boots and there we were with our sneakers, carefully lifting our feet at each step as we trudged through a half-inch layer of water and fish guts covering the floor. Surely we would be giving our shoes a good scrubbing later. We passed one man swiftly slicing off fish scales into the walkway and many others having a smoke in front of their stands. These men were intimidating and unapproachable, yet somehow Lauren managed to soften them with her smile, enough even to make some of them smile.
