Watching the fishmongerPosted: June 19, 2013
There’s something that happens when you hang around a vacation place for long enough. You start to differentiate the locals from the tourists. From my kitchen door I can see the back deck of the fish shop where I buy the fresh catch for my dinner. This morning I was looking around for something to sketch and I realized that there was a lot of conversation, noise and action on that deck. It wasn’t the daily onslaught of tourists eating their lobster rolls. It was the day’s delivery of fish and my favourite moment was when the fishmonger, in his bright yellow apron, leaned over the railing to catch his breath before the next delivery.