Two men who resemble scientists or college professors were having a serious discussion when I arrived, and they are still at it. Though I'm not close enough to hear what they are talking about, they seem pretty intent, as if their conversation is of earth-shattering importance. It may just be the combination of sportscoats and facial hair that gives that impression, however.

I'm in the front part of the café, a greenhouse-type room windowed on three sides and up above as well. Further into the place is a depressed bar area (there are a few steps leading down to it), and past that a few more tables and a red door that says "TOILETTES" on it.

My espresso came with two packs of sugar cubes; the tabletop is square, marbled. My chair has soft, comfortably puffy brown vinyl cushions, though most of the chairs in this section are wicker. The floor in the front part has slightly raised silver-dollar-sized circles across it; around the bar the floor is composed of large light-colored square tiles.