Good sashimi. While out exploring in Izumisano I walked down an old covered street. I stopped to take a photography of this fisherman’s store and he invited me in for lunch, no charge. I don’t think they see many foreigners chowing down on sashimi because his mother who was hiding in the back of the store came out to see me eat. I ate all the tuna they had left. In return… for lunch I will print this image and go back and give it to him.
To follow up on this story, a month later I did go back and gave him a printed copy of this image. Needless to say he gave me more Sashimi which I love. It would be fun to go back to the times before currency and use the trade and bartering system for our every day lives. It would help a lot with our current breakdown in human connection and disassociated communication.