Themed Cardio Tennis Clinics in the Fort Lauderdale Area
Sorry — two things first: it is faux leather, not hide, and the racquet compartment takes two racquets, not six. Everything after that is lovely, and it very much wants to walk you round Taranto, where I promise to apologise for the bridge before it makes us wait.
Court Couture Monaco Argyle Tennis Backpack: Sorry, I’ll be brief—this is the Ponte Girevole, a steel swing bridge that opens so naval vessels can pass through Taranto’s channel, which is honestly more flexible than I am under mild questioning…
Court Couture Monaco Argyle Tennis Backpack: Um, the Aragonese Castle was rebuilt in the late 1400s under Ferdinand I of Aragon, and its round towers guarded the channel—sorry, the backpack is just standing here trying not to look underqualified.
Court Couture Monaco Argyle Tennis Backpack: These two Doric columns are the surviving remains of an ancient Greek temple in Piazza Castello, and I apologize for bringing only argyle to a conversation about classical architecture…
Court Couture Monaco Argyle Tennis Backpack: This is the Cathedral of San Cataldo, with a Baroque facade and much older interior fabric, including a columned nave—sorry, I’ll stop before the stones ask for a more confident tour guide.
Sorry — before anything else, two things you ought to hear from me rather than discover later. It is not leather. It is a faux leather, Court Couture is completely open about that, and it is genuinely lovely stuff — soft to the hand, faintly metallic, quilted in an argyle. But if you were picturing hide, I would rather disappoint you now than at the door.
Two racquets, or three pickleball paddles. Not six. It is a beautiful bag and I have opened by naming its two smallest facts, which is very much my way of doing things.
And the racquet compartment holds two.
There is a dedicated compartment for the racquets, and room besides for a pair of shoes and a change of clothes without a fight. Side pockets take a water bottle on one hip and a can of balls on the other.
Now the rest, which is all good news.
There is a front pocket for the things you need without unpacking, and inside, a secure zip pocket plus slots for the small items that otherwise migrate to the bottom. It is lined in a matching fabric throughout, and the surface wipes clean, which matters more than anyone admits.
The logo and hardware are gold-tone metal, there are metal feet on the base so it can be set down on grit without being ruined, and a matching clutch comes with it. The straps adjust so it can be worn as a proper backpack or slung across one shoulder. It stands 16 inches high, 14 across and 8 deep, and weighs 2 lb 4 oz empty. Seafoam, Pewter and Champagne.
That is everything, and I have not guessed at any of it.
Taranto, then, and I am sorry in advance about the bridge. We start at the Ponte Girevole, the steel swing bridge that pivots open to let warships through, and it does not care that we have a schedule. Then the Aragonese Castle, round corner towers set to guard the channel, squat and serious.
Then two Doric columns standing in Piazza Castello, which are all that is left of a temple — the city built a square around them anyway rather than tidy them away. And the Cathedral of San Cataldo to finish, a baroque facade with an ancient columned nave behind it, one century wearing another as a coat.
“Two columns left out of a whole temple, and they built the square around them regardless. Sorry — I find that quietly moving.”
I have told you the worst of it first, as I always do. Thank you for staying to the end.
