A tram that is also an aquarium, run by people who are unreasonably fond of goldfish. Scroll to board.
It is the only tram in the city with its own tide. You get used to it.
Four thousand litres and forty-one goldfish. None of them have a ticket.
They can hear you perfectly well. They are just choosing not to answer.
Goldfish remember faces for months. Be one worth remembering.
We put an aquarium on rails because nobody visits a goldfish. So now the goldfish visit you.
Move your pointer and the school comes over to look. Click or tap to drop a pinch of food.
A goldfish grows as long as your hand and wants to swim somewhere. Tell us how many, and what kind, and we will tell you the tank they would pick.
One fancy goldfish, one proper tank. That is a good start.
Send me the care sheet
