there were long thin golden fish , and Japanese Veilfish with fantastic rails.
there were tiny fish one centimeter long, and fish that you could see through.
there were big black Chinese Moors, with great round eyes and long fins, swimming through the water like fat men going to lunch. Most of the light came from a window in the roof. Under the window a tall thin man stood at a wooden table, holding a red fish in one hand and a knife in the other. He looked at me with eyes that told me nothing. I went over to him and looked down at the fish he was holding.