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It happened again. We walked into another shop just down the street from our flat and found ourselves impressed, just as we were in the cheesemonger shop. This time it was fish. Right in front of our eyes were four employees working side-by-side in a small shop, cutting up whole fresh fish. Edinburgh, after all, is but a couple miles from the North Sea. There must have been 3-4 dozen types of seafood laid out on a bed of ice. They were working much as their predecessors have been doing since the 13th century when the first fishmonger guilds were formed. And, unsurprisingly, we took home, cooked, and ate some deliciously fresh fish.
