On a recent trip to Normandy, France to see my father, who luckily for me is the foodiest man I know (provided the calorie value is astronomical), I was taken to the fantastic open fish market in Trouville.
Every Sunday, right on the quayside, sitting under colourful awnings you will find various stalls displaying a plethera of fresh, delicious fish and shellfish to tickle your taste buds. Not only can you buy here to take home, but if the mood takes you, and believe me, it takes a lot of people judging by the fight for a stool under one of the umbrellas, you can point at what you are after, and eat it right there and then.
A quick hop to the boulanger across the road for your bread, then the wine shop for a bottle of chardonnay, and you are ready for your platter, served on a tray of ice. You do have to eat everything with your hands, as providing cutlery would mean the stalls would require a restauranteurs license, but the piles of napkins amply make up for this deficiency.. as does the unrivalled food.