A trip to San Francisco would not have been complete without a visit to Chinatown.

After having explored the touristic parts of the community (and bought a little something for the girls), we decided to follow some of the local carrying shopping bags and ended in the more authentic part of the zone, in the middle of the Saturday afternoon market…

And by authentic, I mean baby sharks sold on the pavement, weird looking roots and shops dedicated to still breathing fishes, flopping on the ice…