The heart of Fisherman’s Market is its fresh seafood counter, where the day’s catches are displayed with pride. Glistening fillets of salmon, rockfish, and halibut rest on beds of ice. Crabs look like ...
A high-pitched screech cuts the night air. Then silence. Minutes pass with only the low drone of crickets. Then you hear it, a soft, crescendoing hoot.
Some results have been hidden because they may be inaccessible to you
Show inaccessible results
Feedback