Going to the fish market at noon was my first mistake

In my first week in La Libertad I went to the fish market at noon, like a man who eats lunch at noon. There was one tray of fish left and a man hosing the floor. The morning is when it happens, I was told, politely. I came back the next day early and the place was loud and busy, with fish that looked like it had been in the sea fairly recently. I bought some, took it home and cooked it badly. The fish was not at fault.