Four fish line a plastic blue crate – “Bar Sauvage, 27,90 €” – one elongated form pointing down and the others away, bright silvery bodies catching white packed ice, so still and pale amidst the market bustle, so white and silent against the repeated cries of the child who noticed the whiskered and unsmiling head of the DARNE CABILLAUD, who sobbed until his parents lifted him closer so that he could peer right down into the glassy eyes . . .

. . . “ARaignée 12,50 kg” – red legs orgiastically tumble together, seared scarlet with white undersides, brittle bubbles texturing the surface like those trembling forms which emerge when oil is heated. The bobbled nodules are white-speckled-with-black, and they rhyme with the white flesh spilling out from the delicately cracked joints, and with the white-grey pincers, themselves like the pinching fingers of the lover who catapults you from bed in the morning . .