We're thinking we may never leave La Chatre. After all we're famous here now, or at least Frankie is. This morning we went to the local tennis shop, which is owned by a gentlemen who was at the tennis tournament all day Sunday, to string some racquets.
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| Frankie stringing away in 'Sport Expert', an obvious name for a sports store. |
We tried to pay him but he refused to accept our money and let us string as many racquets as we watned. While we were there a guy walked in and recognized Frankie from his picture in the newspaper. Yes, that's correct. Not only does Frankie have a large color photo in the paper, there is a whole story about our match, and a guy recognized Frankie from the photo.
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| The cover of the paper... |
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| ...and an article about the tournament. (Click to enlarge) |
Other than that today has been mellow. We went for lunch at a kebab shop, always a highlight of the day, and are just killing time until 16:00 when we have a practice court at Tennis Club Ardent, where our next tournament is. Yet again the family we stayed with last night has asked us if we would like to stay one more night, and yet again we agreed. You'd think we might be overstaying our welcome, but these people seem thrilled to have us. Last night we had the best meal of our French excursion: grilled duck, potatoes fried in duck fat, three types of cheese (Cantal, Camembert, and Goat), followed by a dessert of some sort of yogurt with brown sugar and fruit. Tres bien!
-Max
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