Jardin de Ville/Place St. Andre
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, and spent the better part of the morning looking for a new pair of shorts - not too short, not too expensive, not too tight, not too dark, not too strange, etc. Liberation from the cycle of sales racks came in the form of a phone call from Jean, the Cajun (not really, but he sounds like one).
I met Jean and Stephane in front of FNAC and headed to L'Etage, a sweet cafe with seating in the city park. Regretably, the city park has a large path of cinders and sand which fly all aver the place when the wind comes whipping up the river. Jean and Stephane each had a demi, I drank a noisette. All full of grit.
We moved to the more elaborate Place St. Andre and Grenoble's oldest restaurant - La Table Ronde - and were joined by Vincent. The three Frenchies each had a demi, and I partook in a sirop citron a l'eau, this time free from grit.
The day was looking up.
Glossary
demi - half pint of beer
noisette - espresso with milk
sirop citron a l'eau - water with a dollop of lemon syrup (tastes like a weak lemonade)
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