I sneaked in the microcosm of the old Tsukiji fish market in the Tokyo Chuo district at 3:30 in the morning. A kind, but assertive older guard asked me to leave the property twice, but I really couldn’t do him this favour. It’s an apocalyptic labyrinth of uncountable hangars, of hectic, smell and big business. Almost one thousand merchants sell around five hundred species of seafood. The old market place has now moved after 83 years to another location.