Roland Garros CC, Day 10

Mornin'. It's a dodgy day here, with gusting winds and dark clouds alternating with clear, sunny skies. Strong chance of thunderstorms, which seems improbable one minute, inevitable the next. We gonna see, no?

You've got to hand it to the French, they sure have a sense of style, ranging from the sleek-chic to the mortifyingly funky - strolling across the grounds a few minutes ago, I passed a middle-aged lady whose hair was frosted purple to match her purple elf-boots (you know, the kind with turned up toes; the only thing missing was a bell on each one). Am I tempted to go out and buy one of those long scarves that the French fellas like to wrap around their necks, right above the motorcycle jacket? Not today.

I'm looking forward to checking out Pavlyuchenkova on Chatrier today; Elise Burgin (remember her? Pal and doubles partner of Pam Shriver, earthy lady with a great sense of humor) thinks she's got huge talent and great feel for the ball. That analysis suprised me, I confess. I've never focused on her closely enough to have a strong impression, one way or another.

I'll also cover the other Bartoli vs. Kuznetsova match, and post on both of them. 'Dios for now.

-- Pete