Fish monger

In the shouk, the tiny storefront of the fishmonger I was used to was empty today of everything but sacks of building materials. His sign is gone from overhead. The fish monger next to him is still there, and across from him is a double-wide fresh fish shop. But I liked the man who was always helpful and who seemed to remember me. What with one thing and another I didn't stop by for two weeks. I'm sorry I missed the chance to say goodbye.

"Probably going to put a boutique there," a friend mourned.

She was wrong. He's back. "Everything's new and clean now," he told me. HOpe he had a good vacation.

I do like fresh fish.

Copyright 2013 Jane Schulzinger Fox