Cafés

Grenoble is fairly typical of French cities in its ridiculous number of cafes. Although by no means an afficionado, I am particular about my coffee, and despite expectations, not every café is created equal. Its a little frustrating actually, because you can walk into a beautiful marble floored café in the Hyper-centre of town, and get served the same nasty food service coffee that we get at work (ok, still 500 times better than the typical american coffee, which the French derisively call "Tisanes": herbal teas). But today, I think I made a breakthrough: go to the one without the home depot (Monsieur Bricolage is the French equivalent) plastic chairs out front. Using this highly scientific criteria, we found a cafe in Place de la Tribunale with the unlikely name of "Habanero" that makes great espresso:



mmmm. Tomorrow we go to Céüse for the first time in a long while. Yes, we're living a fairy tale climbers life.