The weather was perfect yesterday afternoon for a walk through the Maine Avenue Fish Market, that confluence of glistening seafood, freshly washed pimp wagons, and questionable marketing practices. I obviously wasn’t the only one who had this idea. The market was packed.

It was for a good day to snap pictures at the country’s oldest continously operating fish market, where you never know what you’ll find. Clam chowder next to banana cake. Frog legs on ice. Even a wiry little pooch in a Harley hat. Take a look: