Who said weekends at the fish market weren’t good?
It’s Saturday, and as with most Saturday mornings in Split, it was bustling. The sun was shining, and although the wind had slightly picked up, the Riva was almost too warm for a bask in the sun.
The famous fish market was loud with screams of “fresh!” and “straight from the sea!” and conversations heard around the hoards of shellfish and fish were almost all about what everyone would be preparing for lunch.
Here’s what it looked like.
