Mevagissy

We planned a rest stop in the charming little fishing village of Mevagissy. Beautiful fishing boats filled the harbor. It was interesting that the small public toilets were filled, so I suggested that I stand guard and allow the women to use the men's restroom as long as no other men needed it. They found this idea shocking, but a few women finally relented, their line was so long. I saw a sign reading "Mevagissy Wet Fish." I asked the woman at the kiosk about "wet fish." Aren't all fish wet? She told me that this is a common phrase in the British Isles to distinguish fresh fish from dried fish.Weiterlesen