Never have I seen an art exhibition as mobbed as this one. Bumping me, jostling me and sometimes just hovering straight in front of me, this crowd is relentless.
Yet there’s not a human in sight. My fellow art lovers aren’t school groups, but actual schools of fish.
The gallery as such is an underwater sculpture park, off the coast of Molinere Bay in the tiny Windward Island of Grenada. I am joined by tubular silver trumpetfish, garish squadrons of parrotfish and sergeant major fish, the latter with the kind of flamboyant technicolour markings that would please budding abstract expressionists.
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