A nice big place. A restaurant upstairs, I think, so plenty of tables, big square tables for drinking coffee and writing. The coffee even comes with sugar cubes and a relatively large glass of cold water. The tabletop looks like a cross between a tree's cross-section and a topographic map, tiny brown mountain ranges swirl around all over it. The chairs are wooden, painted green with plush velour-looking seat cushions. The lights are bulbs surrounded by four transluscent maroon rectangles of fabric fastened together on each side by bow-tied laces. The bulbs are dim to begin with, and through the fabric the filament coil glows like a neon spring. The floor is carpeted for the most part, bluish dark gray.

Outside, a sign points right--towards the "Tour Eiffel."