Another beautiful sunny day, not too hot, not too cold. Just like Baby Bear's porridge, it was just right. We had our last breakfast at McDonald's; we couldn't be snobby because the price was right and the coffee was reasonably good. Then we bought our sandwiches for the day at the Monoprix, our customary stop, and continued on to church. It is a lovely church. The solid group of 20 somethings provided some special music today, and we sang "Tout a toi," a praise song we had enjoyed last week. I guess Pastor Pablo is preaching through Isaiah; at least, that is where he was last week and this week. This week was Isaiah 4. He seems to like to give a broad range of interpretations of a passage, citing the "commentators," but eventually he gets down to his idea. In this case, Jesus is the Messiah. He came and is coming and we had better be ready when the time comes. But we need not worry because Christ has provided us with our great salvation and will protect us always. Eve, the pastor's wife, had remembered Rich's birthday and was going to serve him birthday cake, but we couldn't stay for the lunch today. What a sweet lady.
We arrived about two hours later than usual at Roland Garros, but it didn't matter. The only live matches available for seeing today were doubles and some junior level players. We watched American Scott Lipsky in two doubles matches, one men's and the other mixed. In both cases, he was he was on the winning team. His mixed doubles partner, Mlle. Delacroix, wore a different outfit than she had the other day, but she still had flouncy pleats in the back. Maybe they bring her luck. I thought the other mixed doubles team deserved to win because they fought back so hard, but the score on the board tells the tale.
We also watched a junior girls’ match. Both players seemed skilled and evenly matched. The winner was a Sharapova. A relation of THE Sharapova? We don’t know. Those of us who did not have the expensive grandstand tickets could still enjoy the big matches via huge outdoor screens. We watched the end of a match between Fognini (whom we had seen the other day and I had wondered if he would win a set – HA!) and Montanes. Both are unseeded players. The match seesawed back and forth and went into what passes for tennis overtime. Finally, Fognini managed to win two games in a row to win 10-8. He must be pretty excited to be in the quarter finals. Of course, he has to play “on a roll” Djokovic. The other tense match was a ladies’ duel between Schiavone, last year’s winner, and Jankovic. It was another marathon, but eventually Schiavone eked out the victory. She was VERY happy.
We started our stroll home around 6:30, rather earlier than usual. Bought a baguette on the way. Took a rest. Went one more time to the Grec restaurant. Came home and packed. Tomorrow we will be up early, trying to navigate the subway system and catch the bus to the airport. America here we come. Our Paris vacation was wonderful.
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