(Meze)<br/><br/>After the previous night's slightly disappointing fish escapades we decided to satisfy Jackie's moule cravings by going to Meze for lunch. For those not familiar with it, Meze is a small fishing village on the northern edge of the Etang du Thau, a huge lagoon and has an old fashioned port surrounded by fish restaurants. We chose the red one as it looked busy. So busy in fact that we had to sit in the bar for several minutes nibbling olives and wondering if they had forgotten about us. Luckily they had not, and shortly we were enjoying lots of delicious mussels covered in cream, oysters, clams, snails, crab (fiddly), longoustine, prawns and some very strange things which looked like rocks with yellow oyster-flesh-like bits, plus chips and a free glass of wine. The whole thing came to a third of the price of our meal at the Tournesol and we left feeling very satisfied and value for moneyed.<br/>Lesson learnt and to be remembered. The restaurant's chief fish man (probably the same Fady) should be called Wysiwyg - he was dancing around preparing our dinner at breakneck speed, waddling and waving his arms around whist piling on the seaweed in full view.