We loaded up on some squid and dried fruit (mango and cumquat, which is just like tsukati) and continued walking, eventually meeting up with Jennifer, who had finally woken up. We drove up to this little sushi stand Jennifer knows in Tianmu, the district where all the rich foreigners live. The sushi stand is an actual stand, in the middle of the fish section of a big market. You sidle up to the stand, put your stuff on the syrofoam boxes and whatever other crap is packed right in front of it, and make yourself comfortable standing at the counter next to whatever has just been delivered, in this case, frozen fish heads.