My niece Alex aged 5 is quite a foodie. Her favourite cheese is from a farmshop outside Cambridge – a goats cheese rolled in ash. She once announced ‘Mummy we DON’T HAVE ENOUGH ARTICHOKES’. In honour of Alex my friend took me to the best cheese shop in Grenoble. It was saturday morning and the queue snaked out the door. I wish Alex could have sampled it. One of the delights was a long low window of glass inside under the counter so you could look down into the basement to see all the cheeses maturing away.