into town

in search of tartes aux noix


success!


Back to Haagen Dazs for "iceys" (Zoe's word for anything frozen and sweet)


and then to the Jardin. This fountain has a hypnotizing effect on ZZ: she stares at it and cackles maniacally for as long as we will let her.

Here we are sitting at the foot of one of the jardin's beautiful Sycamores.

I was saddened to learn that all of the old trees in the Place Verdun have been chopped down. I can't remember what kind of trees they were (Horse Chestnut?), but they were beautiful. If you haven't been to Place Verdun, it's the most stately of the Grenoble public squares in my opinion, even if it does house the dungeon of despair known as La Prefecture.

We had lunch at a fastish Lebanese food place and then window shopped for a while. I saw a sign for the world famous Lyon Tacos:
which offended my Bay Area Taco sensibilities. First of all, they look disgusting, and second: that doesn't look even remotely like a Taco.