Fish Foot Yard is a cobbled square with a fountain at its center. A stone merman rises from it waters, 20 feet tall from tail to crown. Old Fishfoot is what the locals call him. The square is named for some dead lord, but no one ever calls it anything but Fishfoot Yard. Old Fishfoot’s curly beard is green and white with lichen, and one of the prongs of his trident broke of a long time ago, before Davos had been born. Yet somehow he still manages to impress.
Down past where Old Fishfoot’s trident points is an alley where they sell fried cod, crisp and golden brown on the outside and flaky within. There is also a brothel nearby, where a sailor can enjoy a woman without fear of being robbed or killed. Off the other way, in one of the houses that clings to the walls of the Wolf’s Den like barnacles to a hull, there used to be a brewhouse where they made black beer so thick and tasty that a cask of it could fetch as much as Arbor gold in Braavos and the Port of Ibben, provided the locals left anything to sell. Across the yard and down a flight of steps is a winesink called the Lazy Eel. Oil lamps light the yard at night.
References in the books
A Dance with Dragons
When Davis visits in the afternoon the yard it teeming with people. A woman is washing her smallclothes in Fishfoot’s fountain and hanging them off his trident to dry. A young girl is selling cups of fresh milk from her nanny goat. Beneath the arches of the peddler’s colonnade the scribes and moneychangers have set up for business along with a hedge wizard, a herb women, and a very bad juggler. A man is selling apples from a barrow, and a women is offering herring with chopped onions. Chickens and children are everywhere underfoot. Davos stops beneath the colonnade and trades a halfpenny for an apple and chats with the apple seller to try and catch up with tidings in White Harbor.