As a child growing near the North Sea in small town Lemvig I never paid much attention to the fish market. As an adult I wish I could go back there and take in the atmosphere. Listen and observe as trade happens right before your eyes. Yesterday as we entered the biggest and most vibrant fish market I have ever seen these thoughts came to mind. For a short stint Di and I worked in a fish factory in 1987 and as we got closer to the market we were met by a familiar smell. Back home they used to say it was the smell of money.