As the market winds down, a mountain of polystyrene is formed, ready for recycling. An American tourist was overheard asking “Do they keep fish in those boxes?”. I can see why they don’t let ‘em near the tuna (they cost about the same as an Aston Martin V8).
After all the madness, we head for a plate of throbbingly fresh sashimi at Sushi-bun. You queue outside until one of the 12 benches are free. For 3,600 yen – about £27 – we got a plate of the freshest sashimi I have ever laid hands on, including purple-crimson akamai and the pink and marbled o-toro. Difficult to believe anyone used to make cat food out of this stuff.