When Thea and Zach arrived at the fish market, most vendors were just putting out their catch of the day. Thea had insisted that they bring several large coolers and bags of ice to keep everything cold while they shopped. Zach was laughing as he made his third trip to deliver seafood to his truck while Thea continued to shop.
He had cringed at the idea of going to the fish market. The mention of it brought back memories from the markets in olden times. The markets were packed with fish and seafood that ranged from fresh to completely rotten. To go with the nauseating odor of rotten fish was the noxious combination of unwashed bodies and heavy perfume to cover the body odor. It was never a pleasant experience.
Today, he was enjoying himself. Thea was masterful with her bartering and choo
