Yesterday, I was wandering the small town of Peniscola, enjoying the Castillo and the old town within it’s walls. Nothing much was open as it was siesta but as I was leaving the walls on the town and walking down towards the docks, I saw an Abuela (Grandmother) with a small bucket walking at a fair clip towards the docks. At the same time a wailing siren started up, no doubt waking the whole of the town. It was 4pm, siesta was over, time for businesses to re-open for the evening and signalling the arrival of the returning fishing trawlers to the town.
Business is brisk and competitive – Langoustine was being sold for 4 euro a kilo. In comparison, Langoustine in Barcelona were 12 euro and 1/2 a dozen Langoustine from nearby restaurants sold for anything upwards of 14 euro. The fish were all measured by old fashioned hand weights and by eye but no one was complaining and very quickly, it was all over, only to be repeated again tomorrow. It was a real thrill to stumble upon this thriving cottage industry.