So after that it was a trip to the Post Office, to figure out how to work the photocopier (not bad - it took change, although not the smallest Euro coins). Then a bit more trip planning (both for my mother's trip to France, and for a trip to Germany with Mark).
And finally dinner. We went to Ontario! Or at least a restaurant called Ontario. Which actually seems to be more about Quebec (it has all Quebec beers on tap) but when I asked the owner why it is called Ontario he didn't seem to distinguish it much from Quebec (or from North America in general). But he was very excited to have genuine Ontarians in his establishment (telling other French patrons about us), and offered us a free drink of his own mountain herb liqueur at the end - fierce stuff but good. I also had the house aperitif - a kir made with maple syrup.
Before dinner we walked through the historic centre of Grenoble and came across something we hadn't seen before - a window cut into a wall that showed the original almost 2000-year-old Roman wall that it was built upon
We also found this declaration of human rights plaque, which is set into the ground and cleverly inscribed so that you can read it from above or below, depending on which side of the gateway you pass through
Welcome to Ontario - a rustic log cabin in the heart of Grenoble