It’s barely past first light and the fishing boats and trawlers are already returning home safely from their overnight runs far out in the Adriatic Sea. Maneuvering into their assigned spots, engines are cut, anchors dropped and the start of another fish market morning gets underway around a small back harbor of Senigallia’s larger seaport along central Italy’s coastline that fronts the Marche region. ALL HANDS ON DECK!
Pitbull’s signature mega-hit Don’t Stop The Party clashes with the rising sun as the decibel level screams out from a large speaker tied to the mast of either the Vulcano, Zodiaco or one of the other weather-beaten pescherecci. It’s hard to tell as the music is so fill-in-the-blank LOUD.
Sea-fairin’ skippers hand over the fruits of their crews’ overnight labors to fish mongers ready to sell the saltwater bounty from their stands to eager customers just a mooring-line toss away.
Second mates stay busy on deck inspecting the nets, cleaning and repairing as they go, readying one of the primary tools of the pescatori trade for yet another tour-of-duty out in the pitch-black darkness.
Seagulls flock to the marketplace, grab their vantage point and await the meager leftovers to be tossed overboard. Then, they pounce.
With so many levels of participation involved in getting the fresh catch-of-the day to market, it’s no wonder why “chicken of the sea” costs so much.
©The Palladian Traveler