Roland Garros
After the luck we were struck down with on the RER commute to Versailles, our trust in Paris’ train system wasn’t great. And since Laura would rather self-amputate her defective toes than miss part of a tennis match, we were out of the gate excessively early. I think Wozniaki herself slept in longer than we did. Once caffeine and carbs were had, we were off to Roland Garros. Weee! Having been to the US Open before, I knew tennis fever was going to hit me the second we stepped into the stadium. [Who am I… Read more >