I just got back from Marseille, a place where they treat fish with great reverence. The morning fish market at the Vieux Port is a high strung, hectic place, with people shouting in French, Italian, Arabic, and I’m not sure what other languages. The fish flop around tragically in big bins, waiting for their guts to be slit open. If I think about it too much, I get an empty, sick feeling in my own stomach. But when your chosen fish has been killed and cleaned, it is then, surprisingly, wrapped in paper printed with the famous Louis Vuitton insignia, signaling that everything is alright. All is elegant and wonderful. You and your fish are finally at peace. Nothing undignified has happened.
Erica De Mane 
Erica , I recently became aware of your blog and I love it. Being a food enthuisist I am often sneered at for being a meat , fish and raw dairy lover. This post is awesome !