Softail Bar

Place Hubert Dubedout

There was a light rain all day, which hampered some of the fun for the unveiling of Grenoble's new tram line. The hampering actually began on Thursday and Friday when the city's transit workers were on strike. The symbolism of their timing was duly noted, and they were back on the job in time for the weekend of free bus service. If only I needed to go somewhere in town.

Leena and I went to a flea market, where she observed that everyone was selling stuff they didn't want. I guess in India they sell things they want to keep?

But the cold wet weather was getting to us, so we searched out a cafe. The first three were closed (cafe owners strike?), so we ended up at this bar. It's situated at a rotary near the river with full view of the Bastille.

We sat side by side, looking out the window at the clouds trying to pass over the mountain. The clouds collected on the east side before pushing over and dissipating.

From our seats we also had a great view of the 50+ couple sitting in the corrner. They rolled their own cigarettes and fondled each other. We tried not to stare.

I had a grand cafe, Leena a grand cafe au lait.