Browsing the Fish Markets: a visit to Steveston Village
The boats were stocked with fish and spilled guts, and the sounds of high-pitched calls above our heads from flying seagulls warned us of potentially being defecated on. The smell of fish hung heavy below our noses from the steamy weather and would temporarily be swept aside from the river breeze. Stepping over gaps in … Continue reading Browsing the Fish Markets: a visit to Steveston Village