Its a great experience but you've really got to watch for your own safety as there are motorcarts, trucks and minibusses going every which way, and a slippery floor of water and fish slime on which to maneuver. With a very pregnant Lizzie and and a 2-year old in my arms, I was a worry wart. But we made it through and had time to check out many of the individual merchant stalls, some of which have been passed down through generations of family back to when Tokyo was known as Edo and got its first fish market in the 1500's.
The ritual is to sit for a sushi breakfast which we did. Sashimi at 7am straight from the source of much of the Western sushi world's raw fish never tasted so good. Ingrid wasn't having it though, she's not real big on Japanese cuisine. So we feed her the one constant that is universally available throughout all our international travel destinations: Pringles.
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Soooo cool. And yummy. Lizzie looks great!!!
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