About a French war hero, my new favourite museum and where the Parisians love to picnic
One year without a tennis grand slam tournament on site really was enough. It is my 25th major as a sports journalist and it leads me to the biggest clay court event on this planet. Destination: Paris. Since my teenage years this is my favourite town. Café crème, pain au chocolat, baguette, the sound of the French language, the metro, the joie de vivre, the lovers in the streets – and of course Roland Garros. Nearly half of the journeys to the “big four”, – the Australian Open in Melbourne, the French Open in Paris, Wimbledon in London and the US Open in New York -, led me to the city at the Seine. To be exact: I make it a round dozen here.
Even if Paris can be beautiful in May, in terms of weather it nearly always shows also his less nice side. Same this year. But who looks and finds his hotel in the vibrant quarter St. Germain-des-Près soon is caught by the same good old feeling. Just sit down in a café at the boulevard St. Germain. Of course you should get a table right at the sidewalk. The chairs are always facing the street – people watching is a part of culture here. And most of the times you really can see the “chic” of this city. It doesn’t have to be expensive, but the people just dress with style.