Café in the cafe

Flying below the fog but not below the rain, the damp chill eventually found its way into our bones.  That meant time for a hot drink, but it was mid-morning Wednesday and the few places we saw were closed.  Although Le Paquis des Hautes Fees didn’t appear to be open, it was and we went in, thankful to get out of the wind and cold.  The view looked decidedly better from inside.  🙂

We were the only customers in the quaint restaurant filled with attractive, well-built furniture.

My usual coffee tipple of a cappuccino wasn’t on offer here (no machine), so I settled for a café au lait, which I enjoyed while thawing out.  Café is one of those words called a false cognate.  English-speakers would see a cafe as a place to eat, while in France, you would be drinking coffee.

Had it been lunch time, we would have tried the food on offer, which sounded good. On a side wall, there were some photos of the older times in the area.

After trip to the facilities (never waste the chance), we were ready to leave. The weather hadn’t improved, but our spirits and inner temperatures certainly had!  The view on a beautiful summer day would be wonderful and if you were a skier, looking out over piles of snow would be just as good.  (Click on the highlighted link above to see the view in winter and some of the food they serve.)  But we were on a mission of exploring the fog-covered mountains, so we piled into the Defender and were off.