I always associate Moules/Frites with Belgium rather than France, but in recent years it has become as much a part of our summer life as lost Dutch tourists.
Last night we went to our usual lakeside 'restaurant' for our once-a-year feast.
I must say that it was probably the best Moules we've ever eaten there. They were fat, juicy, and perfectly cooked.
I'm just sorry my son didn't take a photo of the huge crowd, the huge pots of Moules that kept arriving, or even the mountain of detritus.