This was literally walking down memory lane. That aisle in the last photo above was where all
the old men would stand fishing. It used to be much more crowded when I went as a kid.
There would be buckets upon buckets containing the fish they had caught. I would look into
every bucket to see how many fish were caught and what the fish looked like, always feeling
sorry for them, especially the ones that were in buckets with zero water, in the meanwhile waiting
to be seated for dinner. Crabs. We'd always go for crabs, crabs that were alive minutes before
we'd pound them open with wooden gavels. Oh the circle of life.
Nothing has changed here. I love it.
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