I tore myself from the second empty glass and headed for the Rouletto or some such that was the square with vans, food and people. I chose the blue van which my taxi driver said had the best poisson en cru. From research I knew this was the signature dish of French Poly. Ordered. Sat down. Soon this large plate/bowl arrived. I worked my way through every gorgeous mouthful realising I had eaten an also ran quality of same at lunchtime. I am aware of 'cooking' raw fish with lemon juice, but these small pieces seemed to done with coconut milk. The 'salad' of cucumber and tomato were mixed through. I cant believe how velvety soft and dissolving the fish was. Truly manna from heaven. Despite being full as a goog, I headed off to the creperie van (again as per taxi drivers instruction). Normally I dont do sweet but bravely lashed out and ordered a banana and chocolate crepe. It arrived folded into a rectangle. Between the folds oozed wonderful melted chocolate intermixed with soft cooked banana slices. All of it melted the moment it was in my mouth. And it didnt feel heavy or too rich. And I really enjoyed it. What a wonderful superb start to the French Poly holiday. I found my taxi driver again, and she dropped me back at the hotel. She decided she didnt want to be paid for the return trip, but it wasnt fair. She like so many others will never have the privilege of travelling like I do. But it does indicate their warm hospitality. Oh and trusting. She didnt want me to pay when we first got into the city and said I could pay later. Might ask for that trust from the Hobart cabbies. Hmmm. Mayhe not.