It was cocktails at the Tennis Club Boulougne Billancourt. All courtesy of the journalists tournament there. I got talking to a man from the club and I think I'll sign up there.
I'm going to go for the life of contrasts. The chic environs of the west of Paris and the hard urban edge of the city's north-east.
The polarity will be good for my soul. No chance of getting too chummy with the quasi country club clique.
But it did feel like a tennis club, lots of courts and the setting is there too.
Having once belonged to a tennis club in Streatham that is important. Somewhere where you can just go and spend a few hours, play and watch other people play.
At the Streatham club, they stopped for tea at 4pm. I don't think they do that sort of thing in Paris. But I won't find out without joining up.
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