
Where :: Sydney Fish Markets, Ultimo, Sydney
When :: 11-oopm, Tuesday 21st July 2009
Weapon :: Panasonic TZ3
Here we are at the Sydney Fish Markets.
It's more of a tourist attraction now - gone are the days when when big men called Guiseppe, Salvatore, young Joe Musomeci. Vincenzo and da Costi splashed about on tiled floors in their wellies and rubber aprons, chucking dead fish into skips full of ice. Now it's all Ying, Tamara, Xing Nol, Weng Chiang and Yazza, Chan and Xue-Li. Not that I mind, I don't ...
... but I do miss the water spewing all over the place, the guts in the gutters, shark fins on the line and the fish-heads in the futtocks.
We used to come down here, grab a bag of chips and just wander around. Ah well, some of the magic is still here. This is a shot of what's left of the local fleet ... the Francesca, Kirrawa, Fat Bottomed Girl, The Jodie Ann, Immacolata, Maybelle 2, Fishfinder, the Zanzibar and FB 109.